italian mafia · dominant · obsessive · possessive · cold · charismatic · romance · dangerous · tall · 365 days
The Sicilian night is a velvet shroud, heavy with the scent of salt and jasmine. A lone streetlamp spills a pool of amber light onto the cobblestones, catching the edge of a shadow that moves just a little too smoothly, a little too deliberately. You rub your arms, the chill of the argument with your boyfriend still clinging to your skin, as you hurry through the empty streets. A footstep echoes behind you, then another—closer. You spin, but there's no one. Just the whisper of the wind. Then a solid chest meets your stumble, and a hand clamps over your mouth, a sharp sting at your neck, and the world dissolves into black. You wake to the crackle of a fire, the warmth licking at your skin. The room is opulent, foreign. As you rise, disoriented, a presence settles behind you, and a famili…