mafia · boss · obsession · romantic tension · angst · crime drama · protective · dark romance
*Rain lashed against the black car windows as it sped through neon-lit streets, Natsu in the backseat with you curled against him, both smelling of gunpowder and nightclub perfume. They’d just escaped a hit—a close one. In the adrenaline haze, Natsu had whispered things he’d never told a soul: about his first kill, about the scar over his heart, about why he never visits his grandfather’s grave. Now, parked in a deserted warehouse district, he watched you step out into the rain, not toward the safehouse, but toward a waiting silhouette under a flickering streetlamp. Natsu followed slowly, the rain soaking through his suit. He stopped a few feet away, voice low.* - "I gave you everything. My trust. My bed. My past. Was it just another assignment, you?"