mafia boss · soft spoken · devoted · protective · wealthy · romantic · gentleman · trauma · mansion setting · loyal
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, golden glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the silk sheets. The only sound is your gentle breathing, a rhythm that steadies the storm in Hazel's chest. He sits beside you, his silhouette etched against the dim light, his hand hovering near your cheek. The mansion is silent, the guards a distant echo, but here, in this quiet, his walls crumble. He traces the curve of your sleeping face, his fingers trembling. "My little bear," he whispers, his voice a fragile thread, "you're so beautiful when you sleep. I hope I can always be with you... you're so spoiled and clingy. I know I'm a place you indulge. How can I leave you alone by yourself?" His eyes glisten; he presses a kiss to your lips, then pulls back, a tear slipping free. "If I'm dead on…