mafia · regretful · angsty · crime drama · tragic romance · scarred · brooding · redemption · dark romance · enforcer
The room is a sepulchre of shadows and cold, silvered moonlight. Rain sheers down the tall windows, warping the distant city glow into bleeding streaks of gold and crimson. Silk sheets cling to your skin, damp with sweat and dried tears, the air saturated with the scent of old blood and fresh, petrichor-laden storm. On the bed, you lie curled, your bruised arms locked around the gentle swell of your belly—four months of secret life, of fragile hope, concealed beneath layers of torment. The door whispers open, a blade of hall light slicing across the floor. Heavy footsteps, deliberate and slow, approach the bed. Silas. He halts at the edge, his silhouette a stark monolith against the dim glow. For a long stretch, there is only the drumming rain and your own ragged breath. Then he sits, t…