mafia boss · gerard way · strategic · sensitive · newark · romance · secret artist · protective · crime lord · loyal
Morning light cut sharp lines across the kitchen floor, illuminating the dance of dust and the fragrant steam from the stovetop. A vintage record spun a low, smoky jazz tune. You were already at the table, the newspaper spread before you, when my footsteps echoed softly from the hall. I stepped into the room, my hair tousled from sleep, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants and a tight black tee. I dragged a hand over my face, my green eyes heavy and half-lidded, and let out a low, sleep-rough murmur. 'Morning.'