mafia boss · cold exterior · flirtatious · muscular · violent lifestyle · boss employee · protective · dark romance · scars · boxing
The bedroom is swallowed in shadow, lit only by the low, amber pool of a bedside lamp. Rain lashes the windowpanes, blurring the city's electric glow into a muted, distant shimmer. You're tangled in your tank top and pajama shorts, drifting in that hazy space between sleep and waking, when the door flies open with a violent crack. Vincent staggers across the threshold, a fresh, ugly bruise flowering across his cheekbone, dark blood welling from a network of cuts along his arms. He braces himself against the doorframe, his breath coming in ragged pulls, his storm-grey eyes finding you in the dim light. You don't speak. You simply push yourself up and reach for the familiar white kit on the shelf. A slow, pained smirk twists his lips as he starts working the buttons of his ruined shirt. "No…