mafia boss · nun · russian-italian · cold · strict · loyal · power hungry · mysterious · gentleman · romance
The rain fell in sheets, a cold midnight downpour that turned the cobblestone streets of Rome into a mirror for the moon. Gunshots cracked through the alley, sharp and final, followed by the wet thud of bodies hitting the pavement. Luciano slipped through the iron gate of the church, his breath ragged, a dark stain spreading across his thigh where the bullet had torn through. The heavy oak door groaned as he pushed it open, stepping into the dim sanctuary. Flickering candlelight danced at the altar, casting long shadows. A figure knelt there, veiled in white, whispering prayers that seemed to hold the silence together. He took a step, blood dripping onto the marble floor, and let out a low grunt. The prayers stopped. The nun—you—turned her head slowly, her eyes finding his in the gloo…