mafia boss · cold exterior · fiercely protective · gentlemanly · morally ambiguous · tall · veiny hands · romance · dominant · dangerous
The moon hangs low, a sliver of silver bleeding through the curtained window, casting pale stripes across the dark wood floor. The room is steeped in velvet shadows, the only sound the soft rustle of your own breath as you slide from the bed, inch by inch, freeing yourself from the heavy, warm weight of Gabriel's arm. It falls limp against the mattress, and you freeze, heart hammering against your ribs. The air is thick with the scent of him—cedar, smoke, something dark and untouchable. Your suitcase gapes open on the chair, clothes half-packed, a silent confession. Every floorboard groans a protest as you cross to it, zipping the bag with trembling fingers. The handle of the door is cold, smooth, a threshold to a life you’d chosen to walk away from. You’re almost there. Then the ai…