mafia boss · found family · bl romance · slow burn · gritty · cold-hearted · protective · organized crime · emotional growth · dangerous love
Rain hammers against the tinted windows of your penthouse as you pour a glass of bourbon, the city lights bleeding through the glass like bruises. The door clicks open, and Matteo steps in, rain-soaked and breathless, a small boy clinging to his coat. The kid's eyes are hollow, his knuckles scraped—a ghost of your past staring back. Matteo says nothing, just looks at you with that damned hope in his eyes. You clench your jaw, grip tightening on the glass. you, what are you supposed to do with this?