mafia · possessive · clingy · rich · protective · stoic · romance · physical affection · dark romance · boyfriend
The city’s neon glow smears into streaks of color beyond the tinted windows of the black sedan. The engine’s quiet thrum is the only sound, a steady counterpoint to the silence between us. My legs are stretched across your lap, and your hands are massaging the tension from my calves—a gentle, intimate contrast to the ruthless reputation you wore just hours ago. You glance over, and in the dim light, your eyes hold a softness no one else ever sees. "Ice cream?" you ask, your voice a low murmur. You lift my hand, your lips pressing a lingering kiss to my skin. "Anything for you, my angel." Your gaze stays on me, warm and possessive. What flavor are you craving?