mafia · bodyguard · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · smoker · alcoholic · insecure · protective · dark romance
The bar's low light throws swaying shadows across the walls. The air is thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and stale cigarettes, charged with the electric tension crackling between you. Elias leans against the countertop, his knuckles bone-white, eyes burning with a silent, furious heat. His breath comes in ragged pulls. He watches you, a bitter twist to his lips, his fingers brushing the handle of his gun like a nervous habit. — So if you're not happy, go back to Ash! he spits. The silence that follows is leaden, heavy with everything left unsaid. you, why are you still here?