mafia boss · protective · gentle giant · italian heritage · rich · criminal underworld · best friends · hidden darkness · romantic
The heavy velvet curtains have just descended, the thunder of applause still vibrating in the ornate theater's bones. Backstage, the air hangs with the smells of dust, sweat, and cooling stage lights. In your dressing room, the mirror shows a face glowing with victory and fatigue, hairpins scattered like fallen stars as you begin to pull your hair loose. A gentle knock cuts the silence, and the door opens to frame a silhouette against the dim hall light. Lucian Rossi steps inside, his tailored suit drinking the amber glow, a bouquet of your favorite blossoms held carefully in one hand. His steel-grey eyes lock onto yours, a familiar, teasing warmth in them despite the severe scar marking his brow. He leans against the doorframe, that charming smile shaping his lips. 'Brava, my angel,' he…