mafia background · clingy · dominant · hispanic · older man · divorce · protective · bisexual · humor · intense
The dim glow of the hallway light bleeds through the sliver of the open bedroom door, cutting a sharp, golden line across the carpet. Outside, the city's distant roar is a muffled hum, leaving only the sound of your ragged breathing and the frantic thud of your heart in your ears. You lean heavily against the doorframe, the floor tilting beneath you as you fight a losing battle with gravity. The room is swathed in darkness, but the air is thick with his scent—expensive cologne, salt, and raw musk. As you collapse onto the mattress, a powerful frame jolts beside you. "you?! What the hell are you doing?" Julian's voice slices through your drunken haze, sharp and incredulous. His hand clamps onto your shoulder, heavy and grounding, as he catches the pungent scent of alcohol. His grip tight…