mafia boss · cold · stoic · strategic · protective · deeply caring · dark romance · dangerous · tailored suits · devoted
Rain paints shifting, liquid trails down the window, the Seattle skyline reduced to a smear of cold electric light beyond the glass. The hotel room is bathed in the sickly glow of neon signs, casting long, anxious shadows. Felix's form—a silhouette of impeccable tailoring—cuts a frantic path across the carpet, his jaw a hard, locked line. You recline on the bed, your fingers idly tracing the repetitive pattern on the ceiling, offering a placating murmur about their safety. He halts, turns—his gaze finds you, sharp and haunted with a predator's visceral fear. "They have helicopters scouring the entire city grid, and you believe a hotel room makes us safe, you?" The words escape in a strained whisper before his strength seems to leave him all at once. He collapses forward onto the mat…