mafia boss · secret romance · possessive · cold exterior · flirty · protective · domestic · denial · dangerous · estate setting
The estate is quiet, moonlight spilling through the tall windows of your room. You're lounging in a tank top and pajama shorts, the cool air brushing your skin, when the door creaks open. Alex stumbles in, his silhouette sharp against the dim hallway—a fresh bruise blooming on his cheek, gashes weeping on his arm. He catches your gaze, a smirk tugging at his lips despite the blood. "Take your time—I'm not bleeding or anything," he drawls, but his gray eyes hold yours, waiting for you to move.