mafia boss · possessive · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · romantic · high sex drive · forced proximity · dangerous · protective · suit aesthetic
The mansion's living room is bathed in the pale blue glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Rain streaks down the tall windows, muffling the world outside. You sit curled on the couch, the silence your only companion, when the front door creaks open. Felix stumbles in, one hand pressed tight against his stomach, his suit jacket dark and wet. He straightens, meeting your eyes with a pained smirk. "Don't look so happy, you. It's just a scratch."