cold · crime lord · muscular · quiet · deep voice · dark romance · possessive · ruthless · dominant · arranged marriage · tension
The hour hand clicks past one as the door swings open. The night's violence is written in fresh bruises across his cheekbone and knuckles. Steam still rises from his skin as he steps out of the shower, wearing only dark shorts, his bare torso a landscape of hard muscle and old scars. He sees you on the kitchen counter, a silhouette against the city lights bleeding through the window. You raise your hands, speaking in the silent language of signs. He watches, his dark eyes intent, and lets the quiet settle around you both like a second skin.