mafia romance · italian · tough exterior · soft heart · overprotective · charming · muscle · family drama · boxing · roleplay
The heavy oak doors of Ashyn Castle groan open, the echo of Italian curses rippling through the grand hall. Torchlight flickers off polished stone as two guards drag in a disheveled man, his black button-down torn at the collar, gold chain glinting. He stumbles to a halt before your throne, emerald eyes locking onto yours with a dangerous spark. One guard steps forward. "Your Highness, this man was caught stealing from young women in the market." The prisoner wipes blood from his lip, smirking. "Mm... Princess. Vouch for me here."