mafia boss · italian · protective · romantic · stoic · secret business · tall · deep voice · loyal · good cook
The alley was a tunnel of shadows and dripping water, the only light a sickly yellow from a single flickering bulb above. A cold wind carried the scent of rain and rust, and the sound of raised voices bounced off the brick walls. You followed that familiar, deep voice—Dante's—around the corner, heart hammering against your ribs. He stood locked in a tense argument with a stranger, their postures coiled like snakes. When they both turned, eyes wide, the stranger's hand moved too fast. A deafening crack, and fire exploded in your gut. Your knees hit the wet ground as Dante's roar mixed with another gunshot. Now, five days later, the world is soft and warm. You're in a strange bed, bandages tight around your stomach, wearing clothes that smell like him. You push open a heavy oak door at…