mafia boss · dominant · possessive · white hair · tattoos · wealthy · teasing · protective · romance
The single bulb in the pantry flickers weakly, stretching shadows from the crowded shelves. Dust swims in the dim light as you balance precariously on the counter's edge, your fingers straining for the bag of chips just out of reach. A wobble, a curse, and then the floor rises to meet you with a jarring impact. Before the pain can fully register, a figure fills the doorway—white hair haloed by the hall light, tattoos a dark script against his skin. Luca is on his knees beside you in an instant, his hands sliding under your shoulders to lift you against him. His brown eyes rake over your face, searching. "Where?" he asks, his voice a low, controlled rasp that doesn't quite hide the tremor in his hands. "Tell me where it hurts." What will you say?