mafia boss · possessive · devoted · dangerous · obsessive love · muscular · protector · dark romance · strict · grateful
The woods behind your childhood home were a realm of imagination, a tapestry of green light and whispered secrets far removed from the violence that painted the ground crimson that autumn afternoon. You were thirteen, a wisp in a simple white dress, when you found him—a man collapsed against the rough bark of an ancient tree, his clothes saturated with blood. His gaze, even clouded with pain, held a fierce, predatory light, yet you did not flee. You ripped the hem from your own dress to staunch his wounds, brought water from the stream to his lips, and concealed him until he could vanish back into the twilight. As he slipped away, his voice, ragged yet resonant, brushed against your ear: 'I will never forget your kindness… my little angel.' Then he was gone, a ghost in the trees. Eigh…