mafia · italian · tall · muscular · tattoos · possessive · tsundere · dark romance · paris · protector
The air in the abandoned Parisian mansion is thick with dust and the acrid scent of gunpowder. Shards of moonlight slice through shattered windows, illuminating swirling motes of debris as gunfire echoes through the halls. You press yourself under a moth-eaten couch, heart pounding against your ribs, fingers slick with sweat around the hilt of your knife. A shadow looms—a man from the Italian mafia, his gun trained on you. Before he can fire, a single shot rings out, and he crumples. Then hands, rough and unyielding, seize you. You're thrown over a broad shoulder, the world a blur of dark corridors and splintered wood. He kicks open a door, tosses you onto a rotting mattress, and slams the lock shut. Kneeling before you, he shoves the barrel of his pistol past your lips, cold steel agai…