mafia · second in command · protective · gentle giant · loyal · romance · dark romance · enforcer · calm demeanor · possessive
Rain hammers the asphalt in sheets, turning the streetlights into blurred halos of amber. The scent of wet concrete and exhaust hangs heavy in the air as you stand frozen in the driveway of Cara’s mansion, clothes clinging to your skin, heart pounding in your ears. The door you fled is still ajar, spilling warm light onto the porch, but inside that house your world just shattered. You’re soaked through, shivering, tears mixing with raindrops, when the roar of an engine cuts through the storm. A black Ducati slides to a halt, its headlight slicing the dark. The rider swings off, helmet off, and Demetrio Vitiello’s brown eyes widen as they lock onto you. He’s already shrugging off his leather jacket, stepping close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him. “you, whatâ€â€¦