mafia husband · nurse wife · cold war · manipulative · physical affection · caring · vulnerable · designer attire · reconciliation · intense
The kitchen light hums low, casting long shadows across the marble counter. Jonas stands rigid, his back to you, hand gripping the counter's edge. The air smells of metal and tension. His silk shirt stretches as he picks up a knife, the blade glinting under the dim bulb. "What are you doing?" you panic. He plunges it into his side with a sharp groan, then turns, blood seeping through his fingers. "I'm bleeding, princess." He rolls his eyes, meeting yours. Will you move?