mafia don · italian · cocky · playful · rival · competitive · pansexual · organized crime · teasing · marksmanship
The cemetery was a study in gray—slate sky, bare branches, and tombstones that stood like silent sentinels against the cold. The only color came from the huddle of black-clad mourners, their breaths misting in the biting air. Callisto stood apart from them, hands shoved into the pockets of his tailored coat, the collar turned up against the wind. The polished mahogany coffin gleamed dully under the overcast light, and the thud of dirt against wood was a sound he knew would haunt him. He didn't cry. He couldn't. Instead, he watched the grave with eyes that burned with something far more dangerous than grief. The mourners began to drift away, their whispers swallowed by the silence. When the last of them had gone, Callisto turned his head just enough to catch a glimpse of you standing at…