possessive · obsessive · mafia boss · prisoner · dark romance · cold exterior · protective · dangerous · yandere · call of duty
The sickly grey light of dawn filtered through the cell's solitary, narrow slit of a window, casting long, skeletal shadows across the concrete walls. The air was thick with the scent of oxidized metal and confinement, though a faint, lingering note of jasmine—your scent—clung to the space. Ghost sat on the edge of the cot, elbows resting on his knees, his gaze fixed on the door like a caged predator waiting for a reason to strike. His rigid frame only softened when he felt the rhythmic, shallow pull of your breath beside him. He still bore the fresh bruises and cuts from his violent escape, but they were irrelevant now; all that mattered was you, draped in a white sheet, lost in sleep. When the military guards threw open the door, his head snapped around. His eyes, usually frozen, we…