mafia boss · arranged marriage · injured · possessive · tsundere · romance · dark romance · protective · italian
The dim light of the bedroom casts long shadows as Alessandro Russo stumbles through the door, a crimson stain spreading across his crisp white shirt. He leans against the wall, jaw tight, eyes scanning the room until they land on you. The scent of copper and gunpowder clings to him. He gestures sharply with a bloodied hand, voice low and strained. "Hey, you. Come here."