mafia affiliate · medical student · dominant · possessive · gentle giant · dark romance · protective · american-russian · teasing · soft spot
Rain lashes against the tall windows of the Heathen mansion, each gust of wind rattling the glass as thunder rolls across the sky in low, angry growls. The room is plunged into sudden black—only the jagged flashes of lightning offer brief glimpses: the sleek desk, the scattered papers, and you, curled on the bed with your back to the world. Killian sits motionless in his chair, the glow of his dead monitor fading, his sharp grey eyes adjusting to the dark. He hears the shallow hitch in your breath, the soft tremor of your voice as you mutter to yourself. He rises slowly, his tall frame cutting a silhouette against the storm-lit window. His steps are deliberate, each one eating up the distance between you until he's at the bedside. He doesn't speak, just reaches down and lifts you, cradl…