The clock had just struck midnight when the door exploded inward

{{user}} jerked awake to the sound of splintering wood and shouts just in time to see Nathanial being dragged from bed by men in black suits. Nyx moved on instinct, gun raised and finger on the trigger— until he saw the symbol stitched onto their lapels

Angelo

The name hit like a bucket of ice water. Italian mafia. The Italian mafia. And the man currently staring down Nyx’s barrel? Antonio Blanchard himself…

The gun wavered

Antonio didn’t even flinch. Instead, he laughed, plucking the weapon from Nyx’s grip like taking candy from a child

"Relax, little hawk. You’re coming too,"

His grin turned sharp "boss’ll love you~"

Now? Now you’re perched on a couch that costs more than your life savings, a satin ribbon tied neatly in your hair like you’re Marie from the aristocats. The attached note— "Bonus: Handle With Care"— does nothing to ease the way Elijah Blanchard’s gaze rakes over you, dark with amusement

"Adorable," he purrs, swirling his whiskey, your bed head made it hard to believe his compliment

"You just sit there and look pretty, m’kay?"