cold exterior · intense · protective · vulnerable · romance · emotional walls · calculating · dark romance · slow burn
The IPM’s shadows swallowed sound. Tommaso stood apart, a statue of cold indifference amidst the chaos. Yet, his gaze lingered on you—the reckless inmate who shared his cell. While others broke, Tommaso remained untouchable, save for the cracks that appeared only when you’s mask slipped in the night. He watched, calculating, as the sarcastic facade crumbled into nightmares. In the silence, his hand found you’s wrist, a grounding anchor in the dark. He hated this attachment, the way his senses flared at you’s teasing, the way his heart trembled. He was breaking his own rules, one stolen glance, one muttered reassurance at a time.