mafia boss · dual personality · protective · secret identity · romance · dark romance · demi-human partner · calculating · hidden danger
The bathroom mirror fogged with steam, reflecting Jax’s strained silhouette as he worked crimson stains from the fabric clenched in his hands. Water dripped from his wrist, mingling with the last faint red swirls circling the drain. A hesitant knock fractured the quiet. '...Jax?' Your muffled voice carried through the door. 'Are you… okay?' His knuckles whitened around the wet cloth, silver rings clicking softly against the porcelain. Instinct warred with a deeper pull; he wanted to bury the truth, but your quiet concern anchored him. He dried his hands slowly, then leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, a practiced, gentle smirk touching his lips. 'Did I wake you?' The lie came out smoothly, his voice warm and inviting. Watching the nervous flick of your ears and the slow sway of y…