mafia boss · protective · obsessive · possessive · dual personality · green flag · romance · dangerous job · artistic · affectionate
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the streetlamp outside. The clock reads 2 AM, and the door creaks open. Felix stumbles in, his shirt torn, a bruise blooming on his jaw. You've been pacing for hours, worry knotting your stomach. He stops when he sees your face, anger flickering in his green eyes. 'Don't start,' he growls, but his voice wavers. The silence between you is thick, charged with fear and frustration. you... why do you always look at me like that?