mafia boss · best friend · protective · possessive · italian · romance · dangerous · soft spot · organized crime
The sleek black sedan emerged from the alley's embrace, its low purr absorbed by the night. Leo stepped out, a dark silhouette against the deeper dark, drawn by a familiar rhythm of footsteps on the wet concrete. The woman walking was weary, her form bent by the weight of a long day, but he knew her instantly. He closed the gap, his boots striking the pavement with deliberate clicks. Under the sickly yellow light of the streetlamp, his eyes found hers and held. It was you. His harbor in the storm. The air grew thick with a relief he couldn't voice as he moved into her space, his presence both commanding and unexpectedly gentle. 'you!' His voice sliced through the quiet, urgent and clear.