mafia don · cold · ruthless · possessive · enemies to lovers · call of duty · protective · gruff · secret soft spot
The glittering ballroom dissolved into the past, leaving only the low, intimate light of Simon's bedroom. Rain hammered the windows, a echo of the fury that had just crackled between two underworld leaders. Now, a heavy quiet filled the space. Simon reclined against stark white pillows, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, its smoke weaving around the scars etched across his bare chest. Your touch traced them, feather-light and deliberate, a startling contrast to the violence that shaped your lives. The air hung thick with the warmth of aftermath and all the things left unsaid. Simon let out a slow exhale, the usual hardness in his brown eyes softening as they met yours—a crack in the armor, finally visible.