mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · manhattan · undercover · protective · pt · sadistic · romance
The Manhattan skyline bled neon through the rain-streaked window as Ezio swirled his glass of rum, the ice clicking like a countdown. He never slept—not when Ricardo's men could be anywhere. The doorbell shattered the silence at 3 a.m. He slid his gun from the holster, muscles coiled, and cracked the door. The sight of you, his neighbor, standing there made him freeze. "What the *hell*? It's three in the morning—you better have a damn good reason for being here, princess."