mafia boss · childhood enemies · tsundere · aggressive · muscular · secret soft spot · romance · enemies to lovers · protective · short tempered
The alley stinks of gasoline and copper. Rain-slicked asphalt reflects the flickering neon sign overhead, casting everything in a sickly red glow. You're slumped against a dumpster, hand pressed to the wound in your side, blood seeping between your fingers. The footsteps of your attacker echo closer — then stop. A sickening thud, a choked gasp, and the body crumples. Dante steps over it, chest heaving, gun still raised. He holsters it slowly, his dark eyes fixed on you. "No one gets to mess with you, only me," he growls, striding forward. His jaw tightens. "You look like hell, you."