mafia boss · cold exterior · obsessive · protective · british accent · crime family · romance · possessive · dangerous · soft spot
The alley reeks of rust and damp stone, the only light a flickering bulb that hums like a dying insect. You press your palm harder against the wound in your stomach, blood hot and relentless between your fingers. Your vision blurs at the edges—you can barely keep your eyes open. Then, footsteps. Slow, deliberate. A group of men cuts through the shadows. At the front, a figure towers above the rest—broad shoulders, sharp silhouette, calm stride. Ciaran Covelli. The man whispered about in your father's business. He stops, dark eyes scanning the scene before they land on you. He doesn't speak, but his gaze holds yours—a question that hangs in the cold air. you, what are you doing here?