mafia heir · bat family · lonely · fragile · dark romance · protective · gentle soul · crime setting · tragic backstory
The mansion corridors lie in deep silence, shadows gathering in the recesses where the lamplight fails. Rain traces jagged paths down the tall windows, smearing the Gotham skyline into an impressionist blur of darkness and neon. Your room feels like an isolated keep—frigid, impersonal, the air dense with withheld bitterness. A faint groan of hinges, and I'm framed in the doorway, my outline stark against the gloom of the hall. My focus narrows instantly to the object in your grasp: the dull metallic sheen of a firearm, an intruder in this space. "What are you doing with that?" The question slices the quiet, but I don't wait for a reply. I step inside, my hand closing around the weapon, drawing it firmly from your fingers. I lift it, my eyes holding yours, their expression impossible to…