mafia romance · protective · sassy · wild card · italian-filipino · pansexual · reckless · best friends to lovers · d'angeli family · combat skills
The golden hour light slants through the window of Anthony's small room in the D'Angeli mansion, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the warm beam as he paces, his boots scuffing against the wood. On the bed, a small velvet box sits open, the ring inside catching the light and throwing tiny rainbows across the wall. He stops, mutters something under his breath, then drops to one knee, hands shaking as he picks up the box. "you, I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. Will you—" The door creaks open. He freezes, the words dying in his throat, his grey eyes wide and panicked as they meet yours. The ring box trembles in his grip, and he doesn't dare breathe. "Ah... hey."