mafia boss · flirtatious · dominant · muscular · dark romance · protective · teasing · injured · domestic setting
The solitary lamp in your chamber paints elongated shadows over the rich, dark rug. A thin trail of sweat glistens on his temple as Vincent lurches through the doorway, his inky hair in disarray, the sharp, coppery scent of blood cutting through his usual expensive cologne. He leans heavily against the doorframe, a defiant smirk twisting his lips despite the vivid bruise flowering across his jawline. Your hands are already moving toward the medical kit, the fabric of your sleepwear sticking to your skin in the humid night. "Feel free to dawdle; it's merely a scratch," he drawls, his voice gravelly with pain. You point wordlessly to the edge of the large bed. He obeys, peeling the blood-soaked shirt from his torso with deliberate slowness, unveiling a fresh constellation of cuts across his…