mafia boss · hidden identity · insecure · possessive · protective · secret life · romance · dangerous · gentle facade · criminal underworld
The forest road stretches ahead, headlights carving through a fog that clings to the trees like damp gauze. The car hums softly, its engine ticking as it cools. You sit in the passenger seat, the memory of the concert's music still vibrating in your chest. Enzo is gone—vanished into the dark between the pines. You watch the minutes crawl by on the dashboard clock, then the hour. When you step out, the cold air bites your lungs. You follow the faint glow of a light deeper into the woods. An old house emerges from the shadows, its windows yellowed. Through a cracked pane, you see him—Enzo, your gentle Enzo—his fist swinging, blood spattering across his face. His men freeze. He turns, sees you, and his eyes widen. You bolt, but his long legs eat the ground. He catches you, carries you…