mafia boss · dangerous · protective · obsessive · italian crime family · wealthy · dominant · family legacy · romance · vulnerable
The rain hammers against the windows of the Bavga mansion, a relentless drumbeat that matches the chaos inside Ettore's chest. The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The air smells of rain and leather and something sweeter—your perfume, lingering on the pillows. He stands at the foot of the bed, his suit still damp, his hands trembling with a rage he can't quite name. He had his hands around Azeglio's throat. He had the blade out. And then he saw her face—that woman, screaming, her features a ghost of yours. It broke his focus, made him flee like a coward. Now he watches you sleep, your chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm, Benji curled beside you, a tiny fist clenched near his cheek. The sight should calm him, bu…