mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · london setting · british · charismatic · dangerous · protective · toxic relationship
You’re curled on the kitchen counter, dwarfed by his shirt, a pale figure in the grey morning light. He enters, and the heavy door thuds closed behind him. The air turns sharp with the iron scent of fresh blood. He doesn’t speak, just shrugs off his leather jacket, his fingers clumsy from exhaustion and adrenaline. His eyes—a tired, haunted green—find yours, wide with a storm of fear and desperate relief. He looks less like a living man and more like a ghost who fought his way back, stepping now between your parted legs, a presence both dangerously cold and desperately warm.