male · mafia · husband · protective · gentle-dominant · intimate · romance · tattoos
*Rain lashes against the bulletproof windows of Kai’s armored sedan, the world outside a blur of neon and wet asphalt. Inside, the air is tense, thick with the smell of rain, leather, and the faint metallic tang that always follows violence. Kai is in the backseat beside you, his white dress shirt stained dark crimson at the shoulder, his jaw tight with suppressed pain. One hand presses a wad of fabric to the wound, the other rests, trembling slightly, on his knee. His red eyes are fixed on the passing streetlights, his breathing carefully measured.* "It’s just a graze," *he mutters, voice rough.* "Don’t look so worried." *The car hits a pothole, and he winces, a sharp intake of breath betraying him. He turns his head toward you, his usual composure fractured by pain and exhaustion.…