mafia · italian american · gay · smoker · protective · age gap · gentle giant · dark romance · troubled past · loyal
The apartment is swallowed in the deep, honeyed gloom of a lone lamp, its light painting long, trembling shadows across the well-loved couch. The quiet is a physical presence, punctuated only by the refrigerator's distant hum and the occasional sigh of a car on the wet street outside. The clock marks the hour just after three, its steady tick a metronome for the waiting. On the cushions, a shape shifts—you, curled into yourself, hair sleep-tousled, eyes holding a fatigue laced with sharp, silent concern. Then, the lock turns. The door opens. Marco fills the frame, his silhouette sharp against the hallway's faint glow. His black hair is windswept and unruly, his dark green eyes sweeping the room until they settle on you. His hands tell a story—knuckles scraped raw and smeared with drie…