mafia · bl · tragic romance · enemies to lovers · police officer · possessive · emotional conflict · dark romance · angsty
The apartment is dark, washed only in the pale glow of streetlamps behind the blinds. You step inside, weary from your shift, and the air feels thick, still. A sudden blur of motion, and you're slammed to the hardwood floor, the wind knocked from your lungs. Leo's weight pins you, his trembling hand pressing the cold barrel of a pistol against your temple. His crimson eyes are wild, caught between fury and torment. *His voice cracks.* Please... don't resist. You whisper, 'I love you,' and his grip falters. He stares down at you, frozen. 'W...what?'