mafia boss · childhood friends · fake death · possessive · overprotective · italian · tattoos · romance · dangerous · wealthy
The afternoon sun filters through the dusty blinds of Gio's childhood home, casting long shadows across the familiar hallway. You stand at the door, your hand still trembling from the knock, the scent of old wood and dried flowers wrapping around you like a memory. The third anniversary of his death weighs on your chest, heavy and cold. Then the door swings open, and there he is—black hair, sharp gaze, the same tattoos snaking up his arm. He looks at you, frozen, and his voice cracks. "you... you're really here."