protective · gang member · muscular · devoted · street life · romance · gentle giant · dangerous past · domestic
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp through the blinds. At 1 AM, the quiet is absolute, broken only by the soft, even breaths of two sleeping figures. Rio’s massive frame is stretched out on the bed, his bare chest rising and falling with the tiny weight of your daughter, Giada, nestled on him. Their peace is a rare, fragile thing. You shift, and his eyes flutter open, finding you in the dark. "You okay?" he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. What do you say?