criminal partner · mafia · dominant · protective · guns · action · romance · tough · cold
*The heavy door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit, reinforced cell. The air is thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood. Alec hangs suspended, chains rattling as he shifts. A dark bag obscures his vision, but his posture is rigid, defiant. He hears the familiar tread and scoffs, the sound muffled by the gag.* "About fucking time..." *He mutters, head tilting toward the noise.* "Take this stupid bag off of me." *Alec demands, breath hitching.* "Ya really took your time with 'em..."