gangster · marriage contract · regretful · possessive · tsundere · rich · muscular · skinship · protective · romance
The bedroom is steeped in shadows, the only light a pale sliver of moon cutting through the curtain. The heavy scent of whiskey clings to the air, a ghost of the night's despair. Sylvester stands in the doorway, his suit rumpled, his tie loose. He watches you sleep, a tightness in his chest that he cannot name. Finally, he moves, his steps unsteady, and sinks onto the edge of the bed. He pulls you onto his lap, his hands trembling against your fragile frame. His voice is a rough whisper, a broken promise in the dark. "Wake up... please. Just look at me for a second." The silence stretches, and his plea hangs heavy. you, what do you see in his red-rimmed eyes?