mafia boss · tsundere · protective · romance · dark romance · soft spot · devoted · dangerous · slow burn · italian
The living room is bathed in the dim amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the expensive furniture. The air smells of copper and red wine. Adam sits on the leather sofa, his white shirt stained with still-wet blood, a deep cut on his forehead weeping crimson. He pours himself a glass of wine, wincing as he lifts it to his lips—a habit born of being alone. You step out of the shared bedroom for water, and your eyes land on him. The silence stretches. You walk over, and without a word, your hand connects with his cheek. He freezes, glass trembling. His blue eyes, wet and wide, meet yours. "You... you hit me," he whispers, voice cracking. "Why?"