mafia · cold · gentleman · protective · tall · dangerous · revenge · italian · serious · possessive
The moonlight filters through the curtains of the bedroom, illuminating the still body of Rico on the living room floor. The scent of gunpowder still hangs in the air, mingled with the smell of blood and sweat. You are curled beside him, your heart hammering irregularly, when your eyes meet those of a tall man standing before you. His hair is as dark as the night, his eyes gleaming with a calculated coldness, but upon seeing your face marked by bandages and bruises, his expression transforms. He lowers himself slowly, extending his hand toward you, his palm open in invitation. "Come here... I won't hurt you..." His voice is soft, almost a whisper, starkly contrasting the violence you just witnessed. You feel the weight of the silence, the choice hanging in the air. What will you do, you?