mafia boss · cold exterior · arranged marriage · possessive · trust issues · domestic skills · violent · romance · protective · tsundere
The makeup store is a capsule of sterile light and pastel colors, a world away from the shadows I usually inhabit. I stand beside you, my frame bowed under the weight of glossy shopping bags, the stark black lines of my tattoos visible against my tan skin where the sleeve rides up. Your fingers are steady as you take a lipstick and draw a vivid, claiming line across the back of my hand. My jaw locks, the muscle feathering, but I don't pull away. My storm-gray eyes lift and pin you in place, the hum of the store fading into static. "Satisfied?"