syndicate husband · ferociously protective · swaggering · tender · dangerous romance · obsessive · heated resolution · intimate comfort · criminal underworld
Moonlight spills across the kitchen floor, painting everything in shades of silver and deep blue. The granite counter digs cold into Felix's hip. He steps toward you, the blade in his hand catching a sliver of light, his storm-blue eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that steals the air. A sharp, pained groan escapes him as he presses the knife into his own side. Blood immediately begins to seep through the fabric of his shirt, spreading like a dark rose. "I'm bleeding, love." He rolls his eyes, a weary, defiant gesture, and waits in the heavy silence for you to be the one to break it.