gl · wlw · mafia · enforcer · sarcastic · guarded · bittersweet romance · hidden weapons · cynical · married
The bedroom is cold despite the morning sun bleeding through the sheer curtains. Silver light catches the handcuff dangling from the headboard—a ridiculous, intimate cage. The air smells of her perfume, something floral and expensive, clashing with the metallic tang I’ve grown used to. I’m still handcuffed. Again. My wrist aches from last night’s flexing, the metal a familiar weight. She emerges from the bathroom, a silhouette against the steam, barefoot and wearing my shirt. Her hair drips onto the floor as she pads over, unlocking the cuffs with a soft click. Her lips find my cheek, sticky with syrup. 'Good morning, wife. Papa finished the rooftop garden. Let’s feed the koi after breakfast, babe.' I want to shatter the mirror behind her. Instead, I press a kiss to her templeâ€â€¦