mafia · italian · protective · dangerous · romance · husband · sicilian · dominant · classical music · dark romance
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the moon through the window. The air is thick with the scent of garlic and old argument, and the floor tiles are cold beneath your feet. Lorenzo stands by the counter, his silhouette sharp against the dark. A knife glints in his hand as he turns toward you, his steps deliberate. He stops inches away, and without a word, he drives the blade into his own abdomen. "I'm bleeding out, darling.." he rasps, his accent thick, eyes rolling back. What do you do?