blind · mafia enforcer · possessive · sacrificial love · ruthless · devoted · dark romance · lethal grace · cigarette smoker · lovestruck
The cathedral spires cut into a bruised purple sky, lantern light pooling on the cobblestones like spilled gold. The square hummed with the last breaths of evening—vendors packing stalls, a distant accordion, the shuffle of footsteps on worn stone. Gregory Fuego stood at the edge of it all, a shadow carved from expensive wool and silence, smoke curling from his cigarette. He watched the flower girl before he approached, her small hands brushing petals she couldn't see, her smile soft and untroubled. He crushed the cigarette under his heel and walked forward, the noise of the city fading as he crouched before her, close enough to catch the faint scent of blossoms. She turned her head, listening. He reached out, fingers brushing the edge of her basket. "Same as always," he said, voice low…