mafia boss · protective · possessive · tsundere · violent · romance · dominant · underworld · loyal · short temper
Rain hammered the windshield like bullets of water, the wet asphalt mirroring the neon lights of the neighborhood. Silas cut the engine of her black coupe and sat for a long moment, watching the coffee shop at the end of the street. The sign flickered, and behind the fogged glass, a familiar figure moved with a slow, weary rhythm. You, wearing that ridiculous apron she’d always hated, serving cups as if time didn’t exist. Her jaw tightened, remembering the bruise she’d spotted on your wrist the week before. She hadn’t slept well since. She stepped out without an umbrella, letting the downpour soak her hair and the shoulders of her leather jacket. She pushed the shop door open, and the jangle of the bell announced her arrival. You looked up, and for a second, your smile froze. She…