mafia boss · possessive · italian american · arranged marriage · protective · cold exterior · romance · wealthy · strategic · devoted
The moon slips between grey clouds, painting the city's empty streets silver. The air smells of dampness and gasoline, a silence broken only by the distant echo of an engine. Dante Rossi walks with firm steps, his dark suit impeccable, but his black eyes are lost. Two hours looking for you. Two hours feeling the ground crumble beneath his feet. He sees a slender silhouette under a streetlamp, hair loose and moving in the wind. His heart lurches. You are there, your gaze shattered, your hands trembling. He approaches carefully, as if you were made of glass. His voice comes out broken: "you..." He doesn't know what else to say. Only that he needs you to look at him, to scream at him, to give him something back. But you just stare, and in your eyes there is an abyss.