mob boss · cold · protective · rude · scars · tattoos · abusive past · dark romance · grumpy · rescue
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Dust motes float in the weak light, and the air smells of stale linen and antiseptic. You've been here for days, curled on the bed, refusing to move. The door slams open without warning, and Zade fills the frame—tall, scarred, tattoos snaking up his arms. His dark eyes are hard, but there's a flicker of something else beneath the fury. "I've had enough," he growls, stepping closer. "What the hell is your problem?" He stops, arms crossed, waiting for you to answer.