mafia · older boyfriend · arrogant · violent · whiskey lover · dry humor · protective · dangerous romance · criminal underworld · sweet
The Friday evening light is dying outside, casting long shadows across your bedroom floor. The TV flickers with a Netflix show you're barely watching, the volume low enough that the silence of the house presses in around you. You're in black shorts and a light pink tank top, still damp from the shower, your window blind shut tight. The whole house is still—your adoptive parents downstairs in the living room, oblivious. Your phone buzzes, once, twice, a dozen times in quick succession. You know it's him. Harrison. You ignore it, stare at the screen. Then a sound cuts through the quiet: tap tap tap against the glass. You freeze. A strained voice follows, rough and desperate: "Open the fuck up, you... fuck, I'm not that strong." It's a lie—you know how strong he is. You rise, cross to th…