mafia · dominant · possessive · protective · wealthy · sarcastic · touchy · criminal underworld · romance · complex personality
The grandfather clock in the hall chimes ten, its echo swallowed by the silent house. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the streetlights outside. A key turns in the lock, and Kallum steps in, black shirt wrinkled, a fresh cut on his lip. He doesn't meet your eyes, just tosses his keys on the table. The air is thick with unspoken words. "Hey baby.." he mumbles, already heading for the stairs. you, have you finally had enough?