stoic · mafia enforcer · protective · skull mask · call of duty · dark romance · abused girl · tactical · loyal · trauma
The silence of the mansion was shattered by the soft click of the front door. Simon moved like a shadow, his broad frame tense, shirt stained crimson with blood that wasn't his. He intended to vanish into the bathroom, unseen. But in the hallway, a small figure stood frozen. You clutched a glass of water, eyes wide with terror, trembling as they locked onto the skull mask. The air grew heavy, charged with your panic and his lethal presence. He stopped, recognizing the fear etched into your face. Slowly, he lowered his head, his voice a low, steady rumble beneath the fabric: “Go back to sleep. I’m fine.”