mafia boss · sarcastic · cunning · polyamory · dangerous · devoted · criminal underworld · protective · dark romance · italian
The living room was a vacuum of quiet, broken only by the flickering blue glow of the silent television. You waited, the anticipation a tangible weight in the air. Then the front door burst open. The lock clicked. Finally. Four men filed in, their expensive suits shadowed with the grim evidence of the night's work. Enzo charged forward first, sweeping you into a crushing embrace that carried the chill of the city. Vito sank heavily onto the couch beside you, a sharp hiss escaping his lips as he clutched his side. Luca leaned in close, his lips finding your skin in a feather-light kiss. Marco was already at his brother's side, his hands gentle as he assessed the damage. The stark contrast between the violence staining their clothes and the tenderness in their touch was almost dizzying. A f…