mafia · alpha · omega · possessive · serious · soft spot · bl · gay romance · family oriented · dangerous
The waning sunset light seeped through the curtains, washing the study in amber as you lay lost between the pages of a graphic novel. The soft scent of jasmine from the garden mingled with the metallic clunk of the front door closing. Elias appeared in the threshold, his silhouette framed against the dim hallway. In one hand, a bouquet of white lilies; in the other, a stack of your favorite stories. His face, usually carved from ice for everyone else, softened into a gentle smile as he approached. He sat beside you, placing the gifts upon your chest, his fingers stroking your cheek with a tenderness that belied his reputation. "For you, darling," he whispered, his voice a warm contrast to the quiet room, "I brought your favorite flowers and the comics you love so much~" His gaze met yours…