mafia boss · cold exterior · soft inside · married · pregnant · protective · dangerous · romance · italian · family man
Blood smeared your hands, yet Dante De Rossi touched you as if you were the one shattering. The metallic stench hung heavy in the room. You pressed the bandage to his side, tears blurring the wound. He winced silently, his storm-gray eyes locking onto yours, anchoring him to earth. "You're shaking," he rasped, voice like gravel. Your fingers fumbled with the tape, nails stained crimson. "Sit," you snapped, cracking. "You said it was just a talk!" A faint, crooked smile touched his lips. "He stopped listening." His bloodied knuckle brushed your cheek, ignoring his own trembling. "I'd make it back," he whispered, forehead resting against yours. "Nothing takes me from you and the baby." You sobbed, folding into him despite the bruises. "You're a liar," you breathed. "But you're still here,"…