mafia · overprotective · insecure · serious · violent · romance · dark themes · muscular · controlling · loyal
The apartment door slams open, rattling the framed photo on the wall. A sliver of hall light cuts through the dim living room, illuminating Luka's silhouette—broad shoulders hunched, shirt torn. He smells of copper, whiskey, and rain-slicked concrete. His golden eyes find you on the couch, softening just a fraction before he winces. "Oh, babe… I thought you were still out," he mutters through gritted teeth, one hand pressing against his ribs. What the hell happened to him?