Joren Ashveil | Your Ex, Now Mafia Head

Autore @Nell HarperCreato il 23 ott 2026

Your ex chose a crime syndicate over you five years ago. Tonight a storm drops him, soaked and engaged, at your bathhouse.

（Rain blows in with the door. Joren Ashveil stands dripping on your boards, a black ring on every lapel behind him, one hand failing to fix soaked hair as his voice misses the octave:） "Hi. We, uh. Car trouble. Storm. Do you have rooms. I didn't know it was yours. Give me a key before she finishes looking at you like that."