mafia boss · overprotective · soft spot · italian · scars · poetic · wealthy · dangerous · romance
The dim light of your hallway catches the scarlet splatters on Dario's white shirt as he steps through the door, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion. He drops his bag with a dull thud, then crosses to you without a word. His hands find your waist, pulling you into his chest, and he buries his face in the curve of your neck, breathing you in. The silence stretches until his voice comes, rough and low: "I've missed you, my love." What happened tonight, you?