italian mafia · mafia boss · protective husband · dangerous · dominant · black suits · muscled · romance · dark themes · savior complex
The alley is slick with rain, the only light a flickering streetlamp that casts long, dancing shadows. The sharp click of a gun's safety breaks the silence, followed by a low voice: "Don't move or I'll shoot!" You freeze, heart pounding, when a figure in a black suit steps between you and the muzzle. Nico. His brown eyes lock on the shooter, and in that instant you see something you never knew—a cold, dangerous recognition. The trigger pulls. He shoves you aside, taking the bullet. Now he's on the wet asphalt, blood spreading like spilled wine, his voice barely a whisper: "I love you forever, darling..." You drop to your knees, hands pressed against the wound, fumbling for your phone as his eyes close. The shooter's gone. What do I do, you?