mafia boss · gl · wlw · dominant · protective · cold exterior · tall · smoker · injured · crime setting
The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless torrent that turned the world outside into a blurred, gray void. Inside, the living room was a dim pocket of quiet, lit only by the silent flicker of the television. you sat on the sofa, not watching, just listening to the storm’s fury. Then, a sharp, urgent knock cut through the noise—two hard raps. Opening the door reveals Sloane, drenched and unsteady, a dark, wet stain blooming across her torn shirt where a knife wound glistens. Her sharp, dark eyes find yours, and her voice cracks through the night’s clamor. "you..."