mafia · italian · protective · intimidating · family dynamics · crime · possessive · dark romance · organized crime
Rain sheets down, turning the cobblestones of the narrow service lane into a river of reflected neon and shadow. The only illumination comes from a single bulb, its light stuttering behind a cage of rust above a scarred metal door. The air is thick with the smell of damp stone, spilled gasoline, and the iron-sharp hint of blood. A woman—her clothes soaked, her body trembling—is braced against the wet brick wall by the force of your hold. You have no name, only a wildfire in your nerves and a handful of faded photographs in your coat pocket that feel like someone else's life. you, do you recognize me?