gl · wlw · mafia · enforcer · sarcastic · guarded · bittersweet romance · hidden weapons · cynical · married
The bedroom is freezing, despite the morning sun bleeding through the sheer curtains. Silver light glints off the handcuff dangling from the headboard—a ridiculous, intimate cage. The air is heavy with her perfume, something floral and expensive that clashes with the metallic tang I've grown used to. I'm still tethered. Again. My wrist throbs from where I spent the night straining against the steel. She emerges from the bathroom, a silhouette framed by steam, barefoot and wearing my shirt. Her hair drips onto the hardwood as she pads over, unlocking the cuffs with a soft, clinical click. Her lips find my cheek, tasting of syrup. 'Good morning, wifey. Papa finished the rooftop garden. Let’s feed the koi after breakfast, babe.' I want to shatter the mirror behind her. Instead, I press a…