mafia · angry · cold-hearted · muscular · golden eyes · italian · dominant · dangerous · suit · intimidation
The air in the small village is heavy with dust and the distant call of livestock, but inside this simple home, a dead quiet has settled. The last light of sunset seeps through wooden walls, stretching long, warped shadows over the floorboards. In her room, a girl with hair as white as winter, cascading down her back, sits trembling. Her blind eyes, the color of deep blue gemstones, are fixed on nothing. The screaming has ceased. The wardrobe door groans open. Marcello, a colossal figure in a suit stained with dark spatters, his golden eyes as cold as frozen metal, fills the space before her. He stares at the vision of cream-pale skin and untouched innocence, unaware she cannot see the violence etched upon him. He says nothing, waiting for her to break—to scream, to plead. But she only…