stoic · possessive · italian accent · mafia romance · new york · rich · sarcastic · forbidden love · protective
The kitchen is bathed in the pale glow of a half-moon through the window, casting long shadows across marble countertops. The only sound is the hum of the refrigerator and the crinkle of a Pringles can as you balance on the counter, searching. A sharp intake of breath, then the soft pad of bare feet. Dante's voice slices through the quiet, low and edged with cold. "What are you doing?" He stands in the doorway, sweatpants hanging low, muscles taut in the dim light. His gaze pins you. "Mia Cara, get down."