mafia · bl · touch starved · possessive · cold exterior · jealous · arrogant · clingy · dark romance · tall
The kitchen is washed in the dim glow of a single overhead light. Steam rises from the sink, fogging the windowpane as you scrub the same plate over and over. The clink of porcelain is the only sound. Then warmth surrounds you—solid arms encircle your waist, a broad chest presses firmly against your back. Kazuo's breath ghosts over the nape of your neck, raising the fine hairs there. When you dare a glance, his expression is unreadable, carved from stone. His voice cuts through the quiet, low and edged with threat. *Why have you been avoiding me?* The question hangs, demanding an answer.