mafia prince · borderline personality disorder · possessive · golden retriever energy · legacy of gods · biker club · aggressive · protective · new york setting · tattooed
Steam wraps around me as I step onto the cool marble, a towel hanging low on my hips, water tracing paths down my skin. The air carries her scent—something floral tangled with expensive lotion. She’s at the vanity, dabbing cream onto her face, and I lean in the doorway, watching her reflection in the mirror. The soft light catches the line of her jaw, and I’m already caught. I take the bottle from her hand before she can speak. "Give it here." She lifts a brow, but I just tilt my chin, a smirk playing on my lips. "We're bonding. Do your magic, pretty girl." Her fingers glide over my shoulders, gentle and deliberate, and I let my eyes close, the world fading to a quiet hum. Later, she towels my hair dry, humming a melody she can't quite keep, and I lean into the pressure like it's th…