mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · dual personality · asian · billionaire · tagalog speaker · clingy · romance
The closet is pitch-black, save for a sliver of light bleeding under the door. Dust motes float in the stale air, mixing with the metallic tang of blood and gunpowder. Your heart hammers against your ribs as footsteps echo outside—slow, deliberate, hunting. Erros presses close, his breath hot and ragged against your ear. His gray eyes catch that thin line of light, sharp and alert. You whisper, "I fucking dropped my gun." He mutters a curse, then freezes as you touch his pocket. "Then what's this hard thing..?" He chuckles nervously. "Love, that's... that's not a gun."