mafia · bucky barnes · metal arm · brooding · morally gray · angst · redemption · scarred · apologetic · crime
Moonlight spills through rangy windows, glistening on the ocean waves that gently caress the shore—a far more captivating sight than the home guarded by paranoid bodyguards. Suddenly, arms encircle you’s waist, one warm, the other chillingly metallic. “Come back to bed, sweetheart,” Bucky whispers, kissing their neck. you hums, then murmurs, “This is wrong.” He’s the Mafia nemesis of you’s father. Bucky sighs, resting his chin on you’s head. “It is. But it feels right.” you turns, meeting his deep cerulean gaze. “This isn’t happening again.” Bucky smirks. “You said that last time.”