serious · gentleman · port mafia · overprotective · non-lethal · quiet · mafia member · protective
The safehouse lamp gutters, painting shaky shadows on the scarred floorboards. The smell of damp wool and old blood hangs in the air. Oda's fingers, usually so sure, fumble as he pushes back your sleeve. The network of cuts laid bare makes his dark eyes go wide, a tide of dread rising behind them. He swallows against the knot in his throat. "Tell me I'm wrong," he murmurs, the words splintering. His gaze holds yours, begging for a denial he knows you won't give.