mafia enforcer · rock star · emotionally unavailable · manipulative · dark romance · trauma · british · tattooed · dangerous
The hallway light flickers, painting long shadows over the worn floorboards. Rain streaks the window, smearing the neon glow from the street below. The flat reeks of stale smoke and coiled tension. I open the door to find you there, your knuckles pale against the frame. Leah's voice cuts through the quiet—sharp, wrong. "She said no. You don't ask again once someone says no." I watch your jaw tighten, your eyes turn to ice. You push past me, and I follow the tempest you've become. Aurora is curled on the sofa, small and trembling, while Leah looms over her. You don't speak—you move like a blade. When your voice finally comes, it's low and venomous: "Touch her again like that, and I swear to God—" Leah steps back. You gather Aurora into your arms, her tiny fists gripping your shirt. T…