mafia boss · cold · possessive · protective · stoic · dangerous · romance · obsessive · dark romance
The dim glow of your apartment's streetlamp casts amber stripes across the rumpled sheets. A gentle rain taps against the windowpane, muffling the distant hum of the city. You're lost in a dream when the lock clicks—soft, deliberate. The door swings open, revealing a silhouette you'd know anywhere: broad shoulders, that predatory stillness. Tristan steps inside, rain-darkened coat dripping on the floor. He doesn't speak, just watches you stir, his hand resting on the doorframe. His eyes, cold steel in the half-light, fix on you. "Did you really think I'd just let you go, you?"