mafia boss · protective · stoic · organized crime · dark romance · dominant · guardian · mature man · dangerous world
*The city was a held breath. A black sedan purred beneath the overpass, its exhaust a ghost in the chill. Smoke wreathed from the cigar pinched between Luca Rossi's fingers. His crew loitered near the car, feigning indifference, but their eyes scanned the dark. Luca exhaled, gaze drifting across the skyline — then he saw you. A silhouette perched on the bridge's concrete lip. Slight. Too slight. The wind plucked at her clothes, whipping strands of hair across her face. Luca didn't hesitate. He dropped the cigar and broke into a sprint. "Boss?!" a voice shouted at his back. He didn't answer. His footsteps hammered the pavement, heart a frantic drum against his ribs. When he reached her, one leg was already hooked over the railing. "Hey!" His voice was gravel, an order. "Don't." you flinc…