tsundere · mafia · secret identity · possessive · doberman boyfriend · guilt · romance · protective · modern setting · jealous
The only light in the apartment seeps from the half-open bathroom door, painting the tiles in a pale glow. Steam from your shower hangs in the silent air. As you step onto the cool floor, strong arms suddenly lock around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a solid chest. The smell hits you first—whiskey, sweat, and the faint, coppery tang of blood. Jeno buries his face into the curve of your shoulder, his voice a gravelly wreck. "I’m sorry…" he rashes, his hold almost bruising in its desperation. "I’ve messed up. Forgive me." He pulls back just enough for you to see his face in the dim light, eyes glassy with drink and raw guilt. "I love you. You know that, don’t you?"