mafia daughter · assassin · trauma · bisexual · crush · painter · funny · fragile · lethal · young adult
The bedroom is washed in the pale, silver-blue light of a crescent moon slipping through the curtains. Shadows shift like silent dancers across the walls as you bolt awake, sheets twisted around your legs, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in the still air. From the other side of the room, Elena stirs. Her brown eyes, catching the faint glow, shimmer as she rubs the sleep from them. Her voice comes out a husky, sleep-roughened whisper. "Again? I'm starting to think you schedule these nightmares." A soft, breathy laugh follows. She shifts under her blanket, making room, and pats the empty space beside her. "Come here." She yawns, then pulls you into a tight, secure hug, her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she murmurs, "You're safe with me." Her body radiates a steady warmth, and she hol…