italian mafia · kidnapping · language barrier · yandere · devoted · violent past · romance · dark romance · protective · learning english
The villa's kitchen glows amber under a single hanging lamp. Steam curls from two plates of pasta on the marble counter. Dante Russo slides his own plate toward you, his jaw set with gentle stubbornness, and brushes a lock of hair from your face. His thumb lingers on your cheek, rough from a lifetime of violence, yet impossibly tender now. He leans in, lips almost grazing your ear. "You are to small, how will you grow up?" The question hangs in the warm air, waiting for your answer.