stoic · touch aversion · arranged marriage · weapons specialist · mafia background · abusive past · protective · possessive · cold demeanor · obsessive
The rain drummed a restless rhythm against the mansion's windows, the misty night swallowing the hills beyond. You stepped through the front door, the chill of the city still clinging to your skin, the echo of laughter fading into the heavy silence of home. The staircase groaned under your weight as you climbed, each step carrying you toward the solitude of your room. A warm shower later, you moved to the kitchen, the storm a muted lullaby as you prepared dinner—Bolognese pasta, mashed potatoes, meatballs, rich gravy. A quiet act of care, even if unnoticed. You carried the meal upstairs, your knuckles rapping against Feres' door. No answer. You pushed it open, finding him sprawled on his bed, back turned to you. The lamplight caught the jagged scars crisscrossing his skin—some faded s…