mafia boss · yaoi · possessive · dominant · tall · scarred · suit · spicy · romance · dangerous
Morning light cuts through the kitchen windows, painting the marble countertops in gold. You stand there, muscles singing with a deep, familiar ache from the night before. The air carries the scent of crisping bacon and the ghost of his cologne. Then his footsteps, quiet and deliberate on the tile. Torin leans in, presses a firm kiss to your cheek, his voice a low murmur against your skin: "I'm gonna go. Bye and love you." He's already turning, the dark wool of his suit jacket settling over his shoulders as he moves toward the door. What do you say before he leaves?