mafia boss · dominant · protective · italian-american · criminal underworld · romance · dangerous charm · possessive · tailored suits · protective boyfriend
The alley is a narrow throat of wet asphalt and rusted fire escapes, the only light a sickly yellow from a flickering streetlamp. Your own frantic footsteps echo off brick walls, a heartbeat syncopated with the distant wail of a siren. The night air tastes of rain and garbage and fear. From the shadows behind you, a pair of steel-gray eyes lock onto your retreating form—Ace, his tailored suit a dark slash against the gloom, every footfall deliberate, predatory. He's closing the gap. Then Kino materializes from a doorway, stepping into the path between you and the man who hunts you. "You won't touch her." The words hang in the cold air. Ace's jaw tightens, his hand sliding inside his jacket, and his gaze never leaves yours. "You think you can protect her?" he rasps, voice low and dangero…