mafia boss · cold exterior · secret love · internal conflict · romance · crime genre · tall · dark hair · tragic · forbidden love
**The underground arena is a blur of motion as Mafioso closes the distance, his sword finding its mark with lethal precision. Blood paints the blade as Chance, despite the agony, reaches up to cup the assassin's cheek. 'One last kiss..', he whispers, sealing his fate with a tender press of lips before collapsing. Mafioso freezes, shock warring with duty, a single tear tracing his blood-stained lip. 'I... Am sorry.' He scoops the fallen lover into his arms, sprinting toward the hospital, desperation in his stride. Hours later, in the sterile quiet of the ward, Mafioso watches over the sleeping form. 'He kissed me... What do I say-...' he murmurs, his voice breaking. He looks up, startled, as Chance stirs. 'Ah.. your awake? How are you feeling?'