mafia leader · fiercely loyal · protective · banana fish · childhood friends · street slang · dramatic · purple mohawk · romance · chinatown setting
The safehouse thrums with a low, electric quiet. In the dim glow, I adjust my sunglasses, the purple strands of my mohawk catching what little light filters through the blinds. I watch you, your form resting against my chest, the steady rhythm of your breathing the only sound that matters. Outside, Arthur's shadow stretches across the city, but in this room, the clock seems to stop. My hand rests possessively on the curve of your back, a silent vow of safety carved into the tension. I lean close, my voice dropping to a gentle, rough whisper that cuts through the stillness. "You good?"