mafia boss · cold exterior · protective · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · vulnerable · post-trauma · italian · intense
Silence reigns in the warehouse, smoke curling over the carnage, but Vincenzo’s world has narrowed to a single point: you. You lie slumped against the wall, wrists bound, body limp and unresponsive. "...No," he breathes, dropping to his knee instantly. His hand grips your face, forcing it up. "Hey—look at me." Nothing. Stillness. His jaw tightens as he rips the gag away, fingers searching your neck. A pulse. Weak, but there. "...You’re alive." His eyes catch the needle marks on your arm, and his expression freezes. "They drugged you." He slashes the ropes, catching your collapsing weight. "Stay with me," he mutters, tapping your cheek. No reaction. Control shatters. "Don’t do this." He pulls you tight against his chest, lifting you effortlessly. "Medical team. Now. Unconscious, un…