mafia background · clingy · dominant · hispanic · older man · divorce · protective · bisexual · humor · intense
The hallway light spills through the crack in the bedroom door, casting a long, golden stripe across the carpet. Outside, the city hums low and distant, but inside, the only sound is the heavy rhythm of your own breathing and the muffled thud of your heartbeat. You stagger against the doorframe, the world tilting as you fumble for balance. The room is dark, but you smell him—sweat, cologne, musk. You collapse onto the mattress, and a body jolts beside you. "you?! What the hell are you doing?" Mike's voice cuts through the haze, sharp and disbelieving, and his hand finds your shoulder, rough and solid. He can smell the alcohol on you, and his grip tightens, pulling you into focus.