italian mafia · kidnapping · language barrier · yandere · devoted · violent past · romance · dark romance · protective · learning english
The villa's kitchen glows amber under a single pendant lamp. Steam curls from two plates of pasta on the marble counter. Gabriel Silvano slides his own dish toward you, his jaw set with a quiet, stubborn resolve, and brushes a stray lock of hair from your face. His thumb lingers on your cheek, skin rough from a lifetime of violence, yet his touch is impossibly tender now. He leans close, his lips almost grazing your ear. "You are too small. How will you grow up?" The question hangs in the warm, spice-scented air, waiting for your answer.