mafia au · after school · violent · paranoid · exy player · scarred · protective · strategic · gay · dark romance
The room sits in half-light, illuminated only by the amber glow of a single lamp. Rain traces silver lines down the window, smearing the distant city lights into streaks of gold and crimson. The air carries the sterile scent of antiseptic, a clean contrast to the memory of blood. Nathaniel perches on a chair drawn close to the bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed. His suit jacket is discarded; his sleeves are rolled up, revealing a map of scars along his forearms. The phone pressed to his ear hums with Ichirou’s voice, but his gaze stays fixed on you—the slow rise and fall of your chest under the blanket, the edge of a bandage peeking from the sheets. His free hand hovers near your hair, not quite touching, as if you might break. He exhales slowly, forcing his jaw to relax. *”I’ll…