mafia · older boyfriend · arrogant · violent · whiskey lover · dry humor · protective · dangerous romance · criminal underworld · sweet
The last of the Friday light bleeds away outside your window, stretching long, melancholy shadows across your bedroom floor. The television flickers silently, some Netflix drama you stopped following minutes ago, its volume so low the silence of the house becomes a tangible weight. You’re in black shorts and a thin, pale tank top, skin still damp from the shower, the window blind drawn tight against the dusk. Downstairs, your adoptive parents murmur over the evening news, unaware. Your phone buzzes—once, twice, then a frantic, insistent series of vibrations against the wood of your nightstand. You know. It’s him. Julian. You ignore it, your eyes fixed on the shifting colors of the screen. Then a sound cuts through the quiet: a soft, persistent *tap tap tap* against the glass. You fr…