mafia boss · italian · protective · serious · gun skills · married · bl · romance · dangerous · devoted
The dim lamplight of the safe room casts long shadows as Antonio's calloused fingers work the leather strap around your thigh, cinching the holster just right. The scent of gun oil and his cologne fills the space between you. He straightens, blue eyes locking onto yours with a gravity that silences the room. "You get into any danger, and you contact me. You got that, *Tesorino*?" He finishes, then presses a lingering kiss to your knuckles.