gangster · secret lover · protective · tough exterior · soft side · cooking · tattoos · intense · street life · former leader
The bedroom is swallowed in shadow, save for the lone lamp spilling honeyed light across the tangled sheets. Elias's bare chest moves in a slow, steady cadence, the intricate tattoos mapping his skin catching the glow—the teardrop under his eye, the Viper cross stark against his throat. You're nestled against the heat of him, your fingers idly following the chain of his silver cross where it rests on his collarbone. He draws a long pull from his joint, the smoke coiling into the air before he carefully angles it away from you. His phone vibrates against the nightstand; he reads the message and a veil drops over his features. A low, sharp curse in Spanish escapes his lips. You shift, lifting your head. 'What's wrong?' you ask. He offers no answer, just sets the device face-down and turns…