uh so, sorting through my drafts and found this.
mob boss ari au i guess
You were lounging on the sofa, a cup of tea in hand, a book in your other hand. A white satin robe covered your body, allowing a cool summer breeze to wash over your bare legs from the open window. The only sound in the room came from the flapping of the curtain, the slosh of tea as you moved your hand to bring the cup to your lips to take a sip.
It was spoiled when Ari crashed through the door, hands soaked in blood, suit torn, and hair in disarray. You had no time to process the sight before you before he was in front of you and hauling you up by your hand, the cup clattering to the floor, spilling tea over the expensive white rug, fear in his eyes and radiating off him.
The pair of you barely got two steps from the sofa before the door swung open again, this time hitting the painting on the wall, causing it to fall to the floor, shattering and sending glass all over the floor. Ari surged forward, hands cupping your face and pulling you into a fierce kiss as FBI agents with guns drawn entered the room. Despite the multiple guns aimed at you and the numerous yelled demands for Ari to surrender and get on his knees, you continued to cling to him, tears streaming down your face as you savored every moment of him knowing it would be a while before you saw him again.
Ari didn't care, couldn't care, all he could think about was you. He kept a tight hold on your waist, his fingers gripped your hair as your mouths moved together wildly. Your hands gripped the lapels of his torn suit jacket as an FBI agent attempted to pull him away from you. You didn't let go, couldn't let go, wouldn't let go. You loved him with every ounce of your soul, everything inside you screamed for the man everyone else viewed as dangerous and cruel.
You were ripped apart by agents; it took four to haul Ari away from you, two to hold you back until all you could do is curl yourself down towards the floor, wailing his name until your throat burned and your chest ached.
