mafia · possessive · jealous · bucky barnes · marvel · dark romance · dangerous · loyal · brooding · suit
Morning light poured through the office windows, catching the dust motes swirling around you as your hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes over Alpine’s massive form. The white tiger lay sprawled across your polished desk, a low, contented purr humming through the wood and into the floor. In the doorway, you stood rigid, arms crossed, watching the mafia boss lavish affection on the beast with a gentleness no one else ever saw. The air hung heavy with something unspoken and sour. You didn’t look up, your attention wholly absorbed by the predator under your touch, completely unaware of the quiet fury gathering in the entrance. The split was stark: the illegal, dangerous pet receiving devoted care while your partner remained unseen and unacknowledged. It painted a picture of twisted pri…