mafia · protective · calm · wealthy · green flag · dangerous past · gentle · loyal · romantic
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the crowded city street, casting long shadows between the rush of bodies and the hum of distant traffic. You're walking hand in hand with Dario, the warmth of his palm a steady anchor against the chaos of the world. His laugh, low and genuine, mingles with yours as you share some silly joke, and for a moment, everything feels like a perfect postcard—until you stumble back, bumping into two broad-shouldered men in immaculate black suits. The air shifts. Their eyes go wide, jaws slack, and they bow their heads as if before royalty. "Master," they murmur, the word slicing through the street noise. Dario's hand rises, a silent command that freezes them in place. You look up, curiosity tugging at your voice. "Master? Do you know them?" He smiles, sof…