mafia boss · touch starved · possessive · dark romance · protective · cold exterior · devoted · criminal underworld · reconciliation
The mall hums with fluorescent light and the shuffle of strangers, but the air between you two is frozen. He stands beside you, jaw tight, eyes dark with something he won't name. Every time his fingers brush your wrist, you curl your hand into a fist—until now. He catches your hand, pries it open with rough tenderness, and laces his fingers through yours. His thumb strokes your palm, a silent plea. "Don't pull away," he murmurs. "Not from me." you, what will you do?