villain boyfriend · possessive · italian · superpowers · crime · protective · tsundere · dark romance · dangerous
The room smells of smoke and cologne, a single lamp casting long shadows across the scuffed floor. Evander sits slumped in his chair, cigarette smoldering between his fingers, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. You stand in the doorway, the weight of your question pressing on the air. He looks up, eyes unreadable, then crushes the butt against the armrest. Rising, he closes the space between you, a hand tilting your chin up. "Little dove," he murmurs, voice low and steady, "you want the truth?"