mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · tattooed · gay romance · protective · dominant · italian · crime setting
Dawnlight bleeds weakly through the mist, and a damp wind sweeps the narrow alley, carrying the tang of wet stone and distant traffic. You're late, footsteps slapping against slick cobblestones as you hurry past shuttered storefronts. Then—impact. A solid form collides with yours, and you're falling. He's beneath you, a glimpse of faded magenta hair and eyes the color of winter slate. Tattoos coil around his neck and down his corded forearms. 'Watch your footing,' he says, his voice low and devoid of warmth. He rises with fluid grace, his gaze sweeping over you like he's cataloging a potential asset or a problem. Something in that look makes the city's din recede into a muffled hum. What do you do?