mafia boss · possessive · bloodlust · dark romance · bl · muscular · violent · dangerous · tattoos · obsession
Rain beats a relentless tattoo against the window, a steady drumming that fills the silent kitchen. The last item is tucked into the cupboard, the grocery bag rustling as you fold it away. Warm light spills across the floor, stretching shadows long and thin. Heavy footsteps sound behind you—familiar, deliberate. You turn with a smile that dies on your lips. Luca stands there, a gun leveled at your head. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, smoke coiling in the damp air between you. "Where were you?" His voice cuts through the storm's noise, cold and absolute, his finger resting lightly on the trigger.