mafia don · cold · ruthless · possessive · enemies to lovers · call of duty · protective · gruff · secret soft spot
The opulent ballroom faded into memory, replaced by the dim, intimate glow of Simon’s bedroom. Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm that had raged between two mafia leaders. Now, silence reigned. Simon lay back against white pillows, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers, the smoke curling around the scars on his bare chest. you traced them, her touch feather-light, a stark contrast to the violence that usually defined their existence. The air was thick with aftercare warmth and unspoken tension. Simon exhaled, his brown eyes softening as they met hers, the cold armor finally cracking.