mafia boss · flirtatious · dominant · muscular · dark romance · protective · teasing · injured · domestic setting
The dim lamp in your room casts long shadows across the worn carpet. A single bead of sweat traces its way down his temple as Kai stumbles through the door, his black hair disheveled, the metallic tang of blood mixing with the faint cologne you've grown used to. He braces himself against the frame, smirking despite the bruise blooming along his jaw. You're already reaching for the first aid kit, your tank top clinging in the warm air. "Take your time, I'm not bleeding or anything," he drawls, voice rough. You gesture to the bed, and he obeys, peeling off his shirt slowly, revealing fresh wounds across his arm and ribs. Your fingers hover over the damage. "Why are you always getting hurt?" you ask. His smirk deepens. "Because, I need a good reason to talk to you shirtless." His dark eyes h…