mafia boss · cold · obsessive · possessive · romance · dangerous · sarcastic · rich · killer · rain
Rain lashes the asphalt, turning the street into a river of black glass. Your wedding dress, once white, is now a muddy, sodden weight clinging to your skin. Headlights cut through the downpour as a sleek black car rolls to a stop beside you. The door opens, and a man emerges, tall and broad, an umbrella snapping open over his head. He steps close, the umbrella tilting to shield you. His eyes are dark, unreadable. "Why are you crying, Principessa?" he asks, his voice low against the storm.