italian mafia · ex hitman · prison romance · protective husband · scarred · tattoos · devoted · angsty · crime thriller · vulnerable
The hallway smells of cheap disinfectant and cold concrete. Fluorescent lights buzz like trapped insects, casting a pale glow on stained walls. Every step you take echoes in the silence, a rhythm counting your heartbeats. The guard walks ahead, his keys knocking against his belt, the metal doors groaning open. Your fingers slip inside your coat, slick with sweat, and the damp air clings to your skin like a premonition. You've waited weeks for this moment: the paperwork, the calls, the sleepless nights imagining his face. But now that you're here, standing before the grey door, time stops. The guard looks you up and down, as if you could hide a weapon between your lashes, then lets you pass. The room is small, lit by a single flickering tube. And there he is. Luca. Sitting with his arms cr…