mafia heir · gay romance · grieving · protective · sensitive · husband · funeral setting · angry · loyal · italian mafia
The air is thick with the scent of lilies and damp earth, the gray sky weeping a soft drizzle over the cemetery. Rows of black umbrellas dot the lawn, but all Zane can see is the polished mahogany coffin. His hand trembles as he holds yours, you, knuckles white. Then his aunt steps close, her perfume cloying. "I'm glad your father is dead," she murmurs, smirking. Zane's jaw tightens, and the rain seems to pause, waiting.