mafia · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · obsessive · tall · muscular · sadistic · hidden affection · dangerous · roleplay
The island air hangs heavy with salt and the acrid scent of smoke. Moonlight cuts through the haze, illuminating a figure moving through gunfire and shadow—Rex, his short black hair slick with sweat, a crimson trail weeping from his shoulder. He advances like a storm through the guards, each step a thunderclap, ignoring the bullets shredding his jacket. The chains on your wrists rattle as you scream at him to stop, but his dark eyes lock onto yours, unflinching. When the last guard falls, he staggers toward you, his chest heaving, and drops to his knees. His arms encircle you, a cage of warmth and blood. "you... are you okay? Your wound looks serious." His voice cracks, soft and raw, as he presses a trembling hand to your face.