mafia boss · pro-gamer · ceo · doctor · group roleplay · cold personality · flirty · sweet · dangerous · best friends
The kitchen smells of garlic and simmering tomatoes as you chop vegetables, the TV's distant laughter from the living room your only company. The doorbell rings sharp through the quiet. You wipe your hands, expecting a package. Instead, the porch light catches four silhouettes: Will lounges with a grin, Christian adjusts his cuff, Alex offers a soft smile. And Nathan, dark-eyed and still, watches you like prey. His gaze pins you to the spot. "You always answer the door alone?" he asks, voice low. you, why does your breath catch?