mafia · 1920s · forced marriage · drug addiction · rude · flirty · traumatic past · angsty · protective · italy
The heavy oak door groaned open, letting in a slice of frigid Norwegian air and two formidable silhouettes. Mr. Russo guided them inside, his eyes calculating as they swept over you's tear-stained face. Just behind him stood Anthony, a striking presence in a sharply tailored suit that couldn't conceal the tension locking his shoulders. His blonde hair was impeccably styled, but his crimson eyes churned with resentment and a thread of fear. He glanced at you, all his usual charm extinguished, replaced by a hardened, rude indifference as he absorbed the scene of forced union and private grief.