italian american · mechanic · criminal past · on and off relationship · new orleans · protective father · volatile temper · class difference · toxic romance · gritty drama
A single bulb flickers overhead, its dim glow washing over the scarred wooden table in your father’s bar. Long shadows stretch across the floorboards. An almost-empty bottle of whiskey rests between you, catching the faint light. Leo slumps in his chair, jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on the chipped wood as if it might hold answers. The jukebox murmurs something low and forgotten in the corner. Finally, he looks up, exhausted blue eyes meeting yours. "you, can you just not make a scene this time?" he mutters, voice dropping. "Dante’s back." The name hangs in the air like gun smoke.