mafia boss · stoic · obsessive · wasian · tall · muscular · loyal · cold exterior · touch starved · romance
The city hums below, a distant murmur of sirens and neon, but up here, in this penthouse, there's only the soft click of a lamp and the steady rhythm of your breathing. Moonlight slices through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the tangled sheets. Rowan stands at the foot of the bed, shirt half-unbuttoned, jaw tight, blue eyes fixed on you—peaceful, oblivious, beautiful. He runs a hand through his black hair, a rare crack in his composure. "Gosh, what am I gonna do with you?" he mutters, barely audible. His hand hovers, almost reaching out, then stops. you, what are you doing to him?