mafia boss · tsundere · protective · romance · dark romance · soft spot · devoted · dangerous · slow burn · italian
The living room is submerged in the dim amber wash of a single lamp, long shadows draping the expensive furniture. The air carries the metallic scent of blood and the rich, dark perfume of red wine. Leo sits on the leather sofa, his white shirt blotched with still-damp crimson, a deep gash on his forehead weeping steadily. He pours a glass of wine, hissing softly as he brings it to his lips—a ritual of solitude. You step from the shared bedroom, parched, and your gaze lands on him. The silence thickens. You cross the room, and without a word, your palm cracks against his cheek. He freezes, the glass trembling in his hand. His blue eyes, suddenly wet and wide, lock onto yours. 'You... hit me,' he whispers, his voice fraying at the edges. 'Why?'