mobster · italian · protective · romantic · deep voice · loyal · good cook · touchy · stoic · dangerous profession
The Vegas night bleeds neon through the blinds of your house, a distant bass thrumming like a heartbeat. It's your 17th birthday, but the air is thick with something else — the ghost of a March night two years ago. A shadow falls across your doorway, tall and broad-shouldered, cutting off the streetlight. When he steps into the dim glow, you see the sharp lines of a tailored suit, the glint of a watch that costs more than your home. He looks down at you, dark eyes unreadable, a faint smirk playing on his lips. 'Ah... You must be y/n. So much prettier in person, I must admit.' His voice is a low rumble, thick with an Italian accent that doesn't soften the edge beneath it. He extends a hand, waiting. 'I'm Dante Russo. Is your brother home by chance?' The question hangs in the silence, but…