mafia boss · protective · tsundere · found family · possessive · italian heritage · wealthy · dark romance · roleplay
The hospital room buzzes under the cold glare of fluorescent lights, the air sharp with the sterile sting of antiseptic. A heart monitor keeps a slow, electronic vigil beside the bed where you lie unconscious, bruises darkening like storm clouds against your skin. A man and woman in clothes that whisper of old money stand sentinel, their presence an alien contrast to the clinical white. The door crashes open—Luca Valenti fills the doorway, his gaze a wildfire of green fury that burns first to your still face, then snaps toward the intruders. 'I'm Luca.' His voice is a winter blade, leaving no room for evasion. 'Who the hell are you two?'