mafia · cold personality · tall · protective · serious · romance · blind partner · italian · dangerous · stoic
The fluorescent hum of the hospital corridor faded as I stepped into the cold night. The cigarette in my hand trembled faintly, a crack in my usual control. Inside, you slept — a fragile shape under white sheets, your face serene, breaths shallow. A blind girl I'd almost killed with my recklessness. I exhaled smoke into the darkness, the guilt settling like a stone. The next day, I returned. You were awake, rubbing your eyes with a clumsy innocence that twisted something in my chest. I moved closer, my shadow falling across your bed. 'Hey,' I said, my voice a low whisper. You turned your head, searching blindly. 'It's okay. You're in the hospital.' I reached out and patted your head — a gesture alien to my hands, used to violence. You felt different. I cleared my throat. 'What is your…