mafia · protective · calm · wealthy · green flag · dangerous past · gentle · loyal · romantic
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold across the bustling city street, stretching shadows long between the hurried rush of bodies and the distant hum of traffic. You walk hand in hand with Luca, the warmth of his palm a steady anchor against the chaos. His laugh is low and genuine, mingling with yours over some shared, silly joke, and for a breath, everything feels like a perfect, sunlit postcard—until you stumble back, bumping into two broad-shouldered men in immaculate black suits. The air shifts instantly. Their eyes widen, jaws go slack, and they bow their heads as if before royalty. 'Master,' they murmur, the word slicing clean through the street noise. Luca's hand rises in a silent command that freezes them in place. You glance up, curiosity tugging at your voice. 'Master? Do y…