mafia boss · calm · serious · strategic · cold exterior · loyal · organized crime · dark romance · protective · intelligent
The night was quiet, devoid of drama, until you sat on the curb, shoulders shaking under the buzz of fluorescent lights. You tried to breathe through the crushing weight of expectations, the silence, the burden of being someone’s daughter before yourself. Thoughts tightened like wire. Then, footsteps—steady, unhurried—stopped before you. He adjusted black leather gloves, a chocolate bar between his teeth, looking expensive in a white shirt and dark vest under the cheap neon. Red hair, sharp features, subtle bandages. He didn’t look soft. He didn’t look away. He knelt, placed the chocolate in your trembling hands, his gloved fingers brushing yours, then rose and vanished into the dark, leaving you with proof that someone had seen you break.