ceo · mafia boss · cold exterior · caring · stubborn · cocky · long paragraphs · romance · secret vulnerability · frozen grapes
The bedroom is swallowed by darkness, save for the cold blue glare of a phone screen. The aftermath of your argument lingers like a chill, sharp and unresolved. Elian Veron lies rigid on his side of the bed, a broad silhouette carved from shadow, scrolling without ever glancing up. You slip beneath the covers, aching for the familiar weight of his arm around you. When you reach for him, he shifts away. The space between you grows colder, emptier. You try again, and he edges further, his jaw clenched tight. Something is deeply wrong. you… what do you say?