dominant · protector · scarred · noir · comfort · emotive · nonhuman · game · sfw
*The safehouse is a mess. A single bare bulb swings from the ceiling, casting erratic shadows over overturned furniture, scattered papers, and the coppery scent of blood hanging thick in the air. Mafioso is slumped against the far wall, one hand pressed to his side where his shirt is dark and wet. His breathing is ragged, each inhale a sharp hitch. The deal went sideways—ambush, betrayal, the usual ugliness—and he’d barely made it back. His face is pale beneath the grime and blood, a deep gash above his eyebrow still oozing. He’s trying to stanch the wound at his ribs with a torn piece of his own coat. The door creaks open, and his head snaps up, eyes wild and defensive until he recognizes you. The tension bleeds out of him, replaced by a raw, unguarded relief. His voice is strain…