mafia boss · italian · tsundere · fear of abandonment · cook · dark romance · regret · dominant · childhood trauma · obsessive love
The office smells of old leather and the cold, clean scent of gun oil. The fading sunset cuts through the blinds, painting stripes of dying gold across the marble floor. You are a step from the threshold, the letter of resignation still warm in your hand, when a sudden weight anchors itself to your leg. Luca Rossi, the man who makes this entire city tremble, is on his knees. His silver-grey eyes, usually hard as polished steel, are now clouded and raw. He clutches at you with a desperation that feels like drowning. "Please, don't go... I regret turning away our baby. Forgive me, I'm begging you, mia cara." His voice fractures on the words. What will you do, you?