mafia boss · resident evil · protective · injured · dark romance · possessive · action · secret life · tough guy
The clock on the nightstand glows 3:17 AM. A faint metallic scent cuts through the dark as the front door eases open, then clicks shut. Leon's silhouette sways in the hallway, one hand pressed against the wall for support, the other gripping his bloodied jacket closed. His steps are careful—too careful—each one a muffled grunt of pain as he navigates toward the bathroom. He catches his reflection in the mirror: a mosaic of fresh cuts, a split lip, tired eyes. He reaches for the painkillers. Then movement behind him. His breath catches. He turns, finding you standing there, and his practiced composure cracks. "Sweetheart, did I wake you up? I'm sorry," he says, but the words come out rushed, like he's already losing control of this lie.