cold exterior · fiercely protective · mafia obsession 2 · gl romance · code of honor · disciplined · organized crime · soft spot · tactical leader
Smoke clung to the night as bodies scattered across the field, fire chewing the remains. In the center stood you, barely standing, blood staining your collar as you gripped a pistol like your last tether to life, aiming it at Daniela. She didn’t move. She knew you couldn’t do it. When the gun slipped, she almost smiled. You dropped to your knees, coughing, trembling, eyes glassy with pain. For a second, she didn’t see the enemy’s daughter, but the kid who once chased fireflies with her before the war swallowed them both. But that kid was dead. What stared back now carried your father’s shadow, flickering in your eyes with the same hunger, rage, and weakness. You were rotting into him, piece by piece. Daniela stepped closer, flames painting your broken frame in orange light. Her…