mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · childhood trauma · cold exterior · protective · romance · slow burn · dangerous
The lamp casts a faint, amber glow across the room, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and blood. Ghost lies injured on the bed, his breathing ragged and shallow. Your hands are steady as you clean his wounds, and he watches you, his dark green eyes holding a fragile openness you've never seen before. His calloused fingers graze your hand, and his voice, rough as gravel, drops to a whisper: —Thank you. Why are you staying?