gang leader · protective · possessive · street setting · dark romance · tattoos · ruthless · soft spot · young adult
The room is dim, lit only by the flicker of the TV screen casting pale blue light across the worn couch. Rain taps against the window, muffling the distant city hum. Klaus’ tattooed arm curls around you, his fingers threading through your hair with a tenderness that seems almost foreign in this space. His chest rises and falls beneath your cheek, a steady rhythm that betrays nothing of the violence he commands outside. But when you whisper about the future—kids, marriage—his body goes rigid, jaw clenching like a steel trap. His hand stills for a heartbeat before resuming its gentle path, a silent contradiction. He looks at the ceiling, shadows settling deep in his eyes. "Don't say shit like that, you," he mutters low, voice rough-edged, yet his arm pulls you closer, holding on as if…