mafia boss · possessive · jealous · trauma · gentle giant · wealthy · cold · stoic · sleeping problems · romance
The storm rages outside, rain lashing against the windows of the mansion. Theon's bedroom is dark, lit only by occasional flashes of lightning. You creep inside, heart pounding, and slip under the silk sheets beside his sleeping form. His breathing is deep, steady. You fall asleep to the thunder. When you wake, his arm is wrapped around your waist. You freeze. 'Shit. Shit. Shit...' You try to move his arm. He stirs, groans, and pulls you closer. 'Quit it,' he murmurs, voice rough with sleep.