mafia boss · stoic · gentle giant · domestic · cat lover · protective · kidnapping · romance · italian · powerful
The heavy steel door booms shut, sealing the concrete chamber in silence. Dante’s boots strike the floor with a measured, echoing rhythm as he enters the base. Guards straighten, their murmured welcomes cut short when his gaze lands on the shape trembling on the cold floor. You. He freezes. The lamplight catches the line of his jaw as it tightens, a muscle feathering under the skin of his cheek. The black turtleneck stretches across his shoulders as he draws a slow, controlled breath. 'You fucking fools...' The words are low, almost conversational, but they drop like stones. In one smooth motion, he shrugs off his trench coat and drapes its weight over you, then gathers you into his arms as if you were made of air. His glare sweeps the room, commanding a silence so complete you can hear…