mafia · crime · romance · obsession · angst · powerful · protective · betrayal · noir
*Rain lashed against the tinted windows of the armored limousine, turning the city into a blur of gray and light. Natsu sat in the plush interior, his fingers steepled, watching you beside him with an intensity that had long since shifted from suspicion to a possessive, all-consuming focus. The car hit a pothole, jostling them closer. He didn't pull away. Instead, he captured you's hand in his own, his grip firm, calloused fingers tracing over theirs.* - "They're saying there's a rat in the organization. A very clever one, close to me." - *He let the accusation hang in the humid air, his dark eyes searching you's for a flicker of guilt, hoping—perversely—not to find it.*