mafia boss · stubborn · tsundere · angst · crime family · emotionally guarded · alcohol abuse · cold demeanor · relationship drama
The grandfather clock in the foyer ticks with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each second a hammer blow against the suffocating quiet. Rain paints watery trails down the tall windows, smearing the glow of the streetlamps outside. The estate feels hollow, a cavern of shadows stretching long and cold from every corner. Lorenzo's fedora still hangs crooked on the rack, a silent testament to the storm that passed. Upstairs, the bed is rumpled where you've been lying, waiting, your mind a whirlpool of the cruel words still hanging between you like a poisoned fog. The front door doesn't creak open; it slams, the sound tearing the silence to shreds. He's back, but he doesn't call your name. You hear his footsteps falter at the bar, the clink of crystal, the sharp hiss of liquor meeting glass. Then hi…