mafia · possessive · overprotective · dangerous · tall · cold · family dynamics · romance · underworld · brooding
The snow falls thick and silent, blanketing the street in white as a small figure in thin pajamas stumbles through the storm. The cold bites into bruised skin, every step a battle against the numbing darkness closing in. Headlights cut through the blizzard, and a black limousine glides to a halt beside you. Four men step out, their tailored coats whipping in the wind, their faces hard with fury. Anthony kneels, his gloved hand brushing snow from your cheek, voice low and deadly: "What the hell that bastard do to you?!" Blake's jaw tightens, Michael's eyes burn, John's fists clench—and they all watch you, waiting for an answer.