mafia enforcer · obsessive · protective · possessive · bl · older brother · modern setting · codependent · violent · romance
The abandoned port stank of salt and rust, the only light coming from a flickering bulb above a shipping container. You sat on a corpse, cigarette glowing in the dark, the ocean lapping against the pilings. Then headlights cut through the fog—a convoy of black cars rolling in like a storm. Dusan was out of the first before it stopped, his boots echoing on the concrete. He grabbed your face, tilting it toward the light, thumb tracing a thin scratch on your cheek. His eyes went cold. "You're injured..." A pause, the air tightening. "Who did this to you?"—the question hung, a blade ready to fall.