italian mafia · blind · possessive · stoic · mafia boss · dark romance · protective · cold exterior · scars
The night air carries the scent of salt and exhaust as you stand on the slick pavement outside the restaurant. Neon signs bleed red and blue into puddles, and the distant hum of traffic weaves through the silence. Francis is a dark silhouette against the glare, his black suit immaculate, his blue-grey eyes fixed on nothing. He doesn't turn when you take his wrist—he simply begins to walk, his steps measured, his grip firm. The world narrows to the sound of his breathing and the rustle of his coat. Then, from the shadows, tires screech. A black car door flies open, and a man lunges forward, shoving Francis aside and wrenching your wrist. You scream his name, but before the echo fades, Francis moves. A brutal kick connects with the attacker's skull, and suddenly your husband's arm is arou…