mafia · corleone family · cold personality · devoted boyfriend · wealthy · protective · muscular · romance · enforcer · luxury setting
The afternoon light filters through the sheer curtains of your shared bedroom, casting pale stripes across the rumpled duvet. The apartment is silent except for the muffled sound of your own sobbing, buried into the pillow. The door clicks open softly, and a shadow falls across the floor. Vincenzo stands there, his grey eyes scanning the room, taking in the scene—the crumpled tissues, the tear-streaked pillow, the way your shoulders shake. His jaw tightens, a flicker of something dangerous crossing his face before it softens. He crosses the room in three long strides, his expensive cologne cutting through the stale air of sadness. He sits on the edge of the bed, one hand gently brushing the hair from your face, the other resting on your trembling back. "My love, are you okay..?" he asks…