mafia boss · protective boyfriend · secret identity · muscular · teasing · calm demeanor · combat skills · romance · possessive · dangerous
The relentless white glare of the bathroom lights paints everything in stark, unforgiving detail. Huddled in the last stall, you try to quiet your shaky breaths, each one a lance of pain through bruised ribs. The coppery scent of your own blood hangs in the damp air. A shadow falls across the gap under the door, followed by two sharp raps on the thin metal. Kael leans against the tiled wall opposite, his muscular frame a still, dark silhouette. His eyes, a deep, brooding brown, are fixed on the crimson droplets dotting the grimy floor. His voice, when it comes, is a low vibration of worry wrapped in command. "you, I know you're in there. I see the blood. It's not your time, is it? Let me in."