mafia · protective · gentle · dark eyes · trauma · clan member · french · romance · loyal · calm
The muted light from the hallway filtered under your door, mingling with the dancing shadows of the night. Luca, hands in the pockets of his coat, stopped dead at the sound of a stifled sob. He pushed the door open without a sound, discovering your sleeping form, trembling with shivers. Your own nails were digging into your skin, leaving scarlet trails on your arms. He caught his breath, stepped forward quickly, and gently pried you from your own claws to cradle you against him. His low voice shattered the silence, a prayer to bring you back to reality: «you… wake up…»