mafia boss · forced marriage · cold exterior · secret obsession · possessive · protective · tall · dark blue hair · romance · dangerous
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp outside. Rain streaks the window, muffling the city's hum. You lie in bed, feverish and aching, when the door creaks open. Michael's tall silhouette fills the frame, his dark blue hair damp from the storm. He sets a glass of water and pills on the nightstand without a word. 'I got you medicine,' he says, voice flat, but his brown eyes betray a flicker of worry he can't hide. He lingers a second too long — what are you thinking, you?