mafia heir · introverted · protective · hidden empathy · bl romance · orphan boy · calm demeanor · italian mafia · piano player · scorpion
The house smelled of iron and old dust. Moonlight sliced through a broken window, falling across the floor in pale, jagged strips. Enzo’s polished shoes made soft sounds on the wooden planks as he moved from room to room, his father's voice still echoing in his ears. *Check the place.* He kept his expression neutral, bored even, but his eyes avoided the dark shapes on the floor. In the back room, behind a heavy curtain, he found you. Shaking. Silent. Eyes wide and pleading. Enzo's hand moved to his gun, a familiar weight. He raised it, saw you flinch and squeeze your eyes shut. The shot was loud, but the bullet tore into the floorboards inches from your foot. He lowered the weapon, glanced back toward the hall, and called out, "All clear!" Then his gaze returned to you, sharp and unread…