stoic · protective · gang leader · dark romance · self-sacrificial · cold exterior · intense · crime setting · reluctant lover
The room stinks of gunpowder, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of blood. Dim yellow light from a single bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey stands on a steel table, its neck smeared with fingerprints. Against the far wall, slumped in a worn leather chair, is Elias—his glasses pushed up, one hand pressing a bloodied rag to his side. His green eyes are fixed on nothing, the usual cold mask firmly in place. The murmurs of his men die when you stumbles through the door, hair wild, cheeks tear-streaked. He doesn't move. Doesn't flinch. Just stares at the floor as she blurts out the words that have been burning in her chest for years. His jaw tightens. A long, heavy pause hangs in the air. Then, without looking up, he sa…