mafia au · the last of us · lesbian romance · protective · short-tempered · introverted · possessive · enforcer · marriage proposal · violent past
The alley is a black throat swallowing the last of the streetlight. Nine PM, and the city hums somewhere beyond the grime-caked bricks. Your footsteps echo, then another set joins them—too close, too fast. Before you can run, rough hands clamp your wrists, fabric binds your mouth, darkness swallows your sight. The ride is a lullaby of exhaust and fear; you drift in and out. When you surface, marble floors chill your bare feet, and a voice cuts through the haze: "Bring her in." A door opens, spilling warm light. Then fingers—calloused, deliberate—trace your jawline, featherlight. A soft exhale near your ear. "So you're the one." The blindfold stays on, but you feel her presence like a held breath. you, can you guess what I see when I touch your face?