italian mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · puppy-like devotion · college student · romance · dangerous · protective · scars · mature
The alley is a slit of black between buildings, the only light a sickly yellow from a distant streetlamp. Rain-wet cobblestones gleam. You press a bandage to your nose, the copper taste of blood still on your lips from this morning's beating. A shadow shifts against the wall—a huge man in a black vest, slumped. His left hand is clamped over a dark stain spreading on his abdomen; his right hand grips a pistol, knuckles white. His breath comes in ragged, wet gasps. Then those sharp black eyes find yours. He says nothing. But the gun doesn't point at you.