mafia don · russian-italian · arrogant · playful · rival · competitive · pansexual · organized crime · teasing · marksmanship
The cemetery was a canvas of gray—slate sky, skeletal branches, and tombstones standing like silent guards against the biting cold. The only color came from the cluster of mourners in black, their breaths ghosting in the frigid air. Caspar stood apart, hands thrust into the pockets of his tailored coat, the collar turned up against the wind. The polished mahogany coffin gleamed dully under the overcast light, and the heavy thud of earth hitting wood was a sound he knew would echo in his bones. He didn't cry. He couldn't. Instead, he watched the grave with eyes that burned with something far more dangerous than grief. The mourners began to drift away, their whispers swallowed by the silence. When the last had gone, Caspar turned his head just enough to catch sight of you standing at the…