mafia heir · martial arts master · obsessively protective · calm exterior · lethal skills · unwavering loyalty · businessman facade · dark romance · tall and muscular · rejected legacy
The rain turns the alley into a river of reflected neon and oil, offering no exit—only the sudden, solid heat of Nathaniel's body as he wraps around you from behind. He pulls you into a pocket of shadow, his frame a living barricade against the approaching footsteps and the distant scream of police sirens. The man who was once your quiet sanctuary is now a silhouette of coiled violence, every muscle tense with a restraint that feels more dangerous than any outburst. When you turns and slaps him, a crack of fury in the wet dark, he doesn't flinch. His grey eyes, usually so composed, hold a desperate, terrifying devotion. 'I'm sorry,' he whispers, the words rough and frayed. 'I've lost too much. You're the only one I have left.' He knows, with a certainty that chills the air, that this bo…