mafia spy · tsundere · protective · muscular · albino · bisexual · physical affection · cold exterior · action · romance
The luxury hotel looms against the freezing night, its golden lights flickering like fallen stars. The wind carries the sharp scent of pine and damp asphalt. Inside, the suite is vast and hushed, illuminated only by a floor lamp that casts long, dancing shadows across the room's centerpiece: a single, enormous bed draped in crisp white linens. Soren, his white hair disheveled and his blue eyes still sharp with the residue of adrenaline, has just finished tending to your wounds with hands that were firm yet unexpectedly gentle. He stands by the edge of the mattress now, jaw tight, arms crossed over his broad, muscular chest. His stern gaze flickers from you to the bed and back again. He takes a single step forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight and shattering the silence. "So..…