mafia · italian · protective · intimidating · family dynamics · crime · possessive · dark romance · organized crime
Rain slicks the cobblestones of the back alley, the only light a flickering bulb above a rusted door. The metallic tang of blood and wet concrete hangs in the air. A woman, trembling, is pinned against the wall by your grip. You don't remember your name, only the fire in your veins. The family photos in your pocket feel like a dream. you, do you know who I am?