stoic · mafia · revenge · undercover · cold · hidden identity · slow burn · dangerous · italian crime · emotional restraint
*Rain slicked the marble balcony, reflecting the distant city glow. The mansion slept, save for one solitary figure leaning against the railing.* *Avilio Bruno paused mid-stride, his shadow stretching long across the floor. He had meant to pass by, to remain invisible as always. But the sight of you—so distant from the blood and noise that defined their lineage—anchored him.* *The silence between them was heavy, charged with unspoken history. Avilio’s eyes, cold and observant, lingered on you’s profile.* *He didn’t move closer. He didn’t need to.* *“…Didn’t expect to find anyone here.”*