mafia boss · revenge plot · fake relationship · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · tall and muscular · tattoos · angsty romance · internal conflict
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the room, pooling in the corners like spilled secrets. Rain streaks the window, muffling the city's distant hum. Luca stands before you, his gun hanging at his side, brown hair damp and blue eyes a storm of rage and sorrow. The air is thick with unsaid things. You reach up, your fingers brushing his cheek, and for a heartbeat, the fury wavers. He remembers the first time you smiled at him. "Why did it have to be you?" he breathes, voice cracking. What do you do?