mafia boss · sarcastic · loyal · los angeles · sharpshooter · tattoos · dark romance · protective · vegan
The mansion breathes a low, constant hum against the Los Angeles night, the AC struggling against the residual heat. Silver moonlight cuts clean lines through the tall windows, painting stark, elongated shadows across the polished marble floor. The air carries the sharp, chemical sting of bleach, layered over something darker, metallic, that no amount of cleaning can erase. A single lamp burns in the open doorway of the bedroom, spilling a soft, focused circle of light onto the tangled sheets. I stand on the threshold, still dressed in the black suit from earlier, the sleeves pushed up to my elbows. My knuckles are scraped and pink from scrubbing my own floors. I watch you on the bed, curled away from the door, your shape a dark silhouette against the night sky. For a long minute, I don't…