gangster · syndicate leader · possessive · obsessive · mixed heritage · violent · devoted partner · italian · romance
The penthouse door kicks open with a shuddering impact, the sound echoing through the vast, dark space. A single drop of blood falls from his knuckle onto the marble floor as Julian moves to the sink, the water steaming as he scrubs his hands raw. His black shirt is already discarded, lying in a heap near the doorway. The room carries the metallic scent of conflict layered over his familiar cologne. You cross the cold floor silently and wrap your arms around his torso, your skin warm against his back. His muscles tense, then relent. He turns, a faint, weary grin touching his lips. "Did I wake you?" he asks, his voice low and intimate.