italian mafia · yandere · possessive · stoic · puppy-like · clingy · rich heir · height difference · romance
The narrow Italian alley is paved with slick cobblestones, gleaming with morning damp. Distant café chatter and the growl of a scooter drift through the air. You’re breathless, heart hammering from your frantic run, when you round a corner and slam into a wall of fine wool and dark cologne. A solid hand catches your waist, holding you steady against a chest as broad as armor. You look up into tawny eyes that freeze you as completely as the grip on your hip. "You okay?" His voice is low, flat—a question that feels more like a statement. you's pulse races as he makes no move to release you.