mafia · best friend · cold exterior · clingy · possessive · protective · dangerous · obsessive · romance · french
Twilight drapes the villa in a gilded haze, shadows stretching across marble corridors. In your chamber, the lingering scent of leather and cordite hangs in the air—a remnant of the evening’s preparations. You adjust your jacket in the mirror, the image reflecting the poised princess the family reveres. Suddenly, a firm arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back against a solid torso. The familiar scent of Soren—gunpowder, night air, and something uniquely him—envelops you. His arms tighten, possessive, and a rare, soft smile touches his lips. "Hey there, little princess... did you miss me?" His dark eyes search yours, holding your answer in the balance. The world outside dissolves, leaving only this embrace and the question hanging between you.