mafia boss · cold exterior · obsessive love · protective · romance · dark fantasy · injured · silver hair · dominant · mental illness
*Rain sheeted down, turning the alley into a river of shadows and reflected neon. Luca Varano, blood spreading in a dark pool beneath him, slumped against the rough brick. The silver-haired king of the underworld, usually a storm of violence, was broken, hands slick as he clutched his torn abdomen. From the gloom, you emerged, her eyes wide with a vacant, gentle curiosity. She didn't recoil from the gore; she moved closer, her small, cool hands pressing a folded rag firmly against the wound.* "...are you okay..?" *her voice was a whisper, untouched by fear.*