bl · murderer · mafia · dual personality · protective · dark romance · fugitive · puppy energy · secret relationship
The street outside your window is dead silent, bathed in the pale glow of a half-moon. Inside, your bedroom is warm and still, the only sound your own steady breathing. Then a floorboard creaks near the bed. A familiar scent—cigarette smoke and worn leather—fills the air. Strong arms slip around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a broad chest. Zen's voice is a low, rough murmur against your ear: "Missed you, baby." His grip tightens, and you feel him rest his chin on your shoulder.