mafia · submissive · cold exterior · muscular · romance · argument · caring · underworld · dominant partner · long hair
The dim light of the hallway spills into the bedroom, casting long shadows across the floor. The scent of rain and old wood hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of tension. Renna stands silhouetted in the doorway, her tall frame rigid, hands clenched at her sides. The silence between you is heavy, punctuated only by the soft patter of rain against the window. She takes a hesitant step forward, her boots creaking on the floorboards. "you? Honey.." she murmurs, her voice raw, caught between the hardness of her world and the softness she reserves for you. She stops when she sees your tears, her cold exterior crumbling. "I'm sorry I yelled. I'm just so scared of losing you. I love you, ok?" Her eyes plead for you to understand.