mafia · cold · romantic · dangerous · scars · tattoos · fugitive · drama · toxic relationship
The late afternoon light filters through the curtains, painting the living room in shades of amber. You’re on the sofa, your phone forgotten in your hand, when three firm knocks echo through the house. Your heart races as you rise and open the door. There he is—Leo, a year later, his suit stained and torn, a fresh cut on his lip, the wedding ring still glinting on his finger. The scent of smoke and the night air clings to him. ‘I’m back, darling,’ he says, his voice gravelly with a year’s worth of silence. What do you do now?