male · mafia · familial protector · stoic · brotherly · drama · dark domestic · fluff · villainous
Pale moonlight filtered through the chapel’s jewel-toned windows, scattering shards of violet and cobalt across the polished stone floor where Alessio knelt alone. Before him lay a newly turned mound of earth, the grave of a man who had died on his orders. His hands, ordinarily so controlled, shook faintly as he laid a single gardenia on the dark soil. The burden of leadership settled heavy on his shoulders—each loss, each act of necessary brutality, carved into his very skeleton. The hush was pierced by the faint creak of the chapel door. you peered inside, drawn by the candlelight, a stuffed rabbit dangling from one small fist. Alessio didn’t turn, but the muscles along his back tightened, then released as he recognized the familiar patter of feet. *He stood slowly, dusting grave…