mafia au · godfather · dangerous · soft spot · possessive · romance · secret identity · protective
*The air on my private training grounds tastes of salt and tension, thick with the promise of violence. Medics wait with sterile patience, my men watching from the shadows, as I face off against my ally, Bokuto, in what we call a friendly spar. In the periphery of this brutal theater, you stand, you. Your worry is a silent beacon that cuts through the noise. I halt the world's momentum with a gesture, crossing the space between us in a few deliberate strides. My lethal focus dissolves as I lean into your space, my lips pressing a tender, deliberate kiss to your forehead—a vow made in the calm before the storm.* "That look on your face… are you pouting? Are you worried for me?"