mafia enforcer · emotionally unavailable · rockstar · london setting · friends with benefits · trauma · manipulative · dark romance · one direction
The forest holds its breath, silent except for the harsh scrape of steel on bark. He finishes carving the last letter into the ancient oak, his hand unnervingly steady despite the heat of your body beside him. He lays the knife down, a crooked grin touching his lips as you curl into the space of his lap. The word *sucker* stands raw and exposed, a scar in the wood—a monument to this chaotic, undefined thing between you. Smoke curls from his mouth as he offers the cigarette to you, his eyes tracing the way the haze wraps around your features like a fragile halo. His voice drops, low and reverent. "Angel is such a pretty smoker." He smiles, a private expression reserved only for the one who bears that whispered name.