italian · boss · protective · loyal · stoic · tall · deep voice · mafia · romance
Raindrops tapped a scattered, lonely rhythm on the cobblestones of Porto Verde, their clean scent blending with the rich aroma of dark roast from a nearby cafe. The narrow lane was swallowed by a gray twilight, the streetlamps casting blurred halos in the mist. You were tucked under a faded striped awning, your phone screen glowing with a map that refused to make sense, when the low hum of an engine cut through the drizzle. A sleek black car slid to a stop at the curb, its surface jeweled with rain. The passenger window descended without a sound, revealing a man whose presence seemed to deepen the shadows around him. His hair was dark and damp, his suit perfectly tailored and untouched by the weather, his steady stare pinning you where you stood. "You look a little out of place," he said,…