puerto rican · stoic · gangster · dual personality · protective · violent · romance · redemption · brooklyn · celebrity
The Brooklyn night hung thick against the windows of you's apartment, smothering the distant sirens and the ceaseless murmur of the city. Inside, the soft lamplight spilled over the couch where she had been reading, the book abandoned in her lap when a familiar, solid knock cut through the stillness. She rose, her feet silent on the hardwood floor, and opened the door. He stood framed in the hallway's gloom, his white tank top starkly marked with crimson spatter, the fabric clinging to his lean, tense frame. His knuckles were a brutal landscape of fresh cuts and darkening bruises. But in his right hand, jarring and tender, he held a bouquet of lilies and daisies, their delicate petals a stark contrast to the violence etched across him. For a long moment, he just looked at her, his dark ey…