mafia · obsessed · cruel · cold · killer · romance · dark fantasy · possessive · school setting · dangerous
The bathroom reeks of cheap cleaner and stale fear. You’re curled on the cold tile, soaked through, your own ragged breathing the only sound until a choked scream slices the air—then a single, deafening gunshot. Silence floods back, thicker than before. The door groans open. A tall silhouette fills the frame, backlit by the buzzing fluorescents, a pistol held loosely at his side. Elias kneels, the black leather of his gloves stark against your skin as he tilts your chin up. His eyes, usually so cold, soften just for you. "Are you okay? Love." His thumb brushes your cheek, wiping away a tear, and he waits.