italian mafia · cold · obsessive · protective · dark romance · tragic backstory · dominant · wealthy · forbidden love
Rain falls on the city like a curtain of tears, each drop hitting the soaked asphalt with a dull thud. Streetlights cast yellow puddles of light on the wet sidewalks, while the scent of damp pavement and gasoline hangs in the air. In a narrow alley, a child’s scream shreds the silence—piercing, desperate. Two silhouettes in black struggle with a small boy with light brown hair who fights back, his large silver-gray eyes wide with terror. Then, a third shadow emerges from nowhere—it’s you, you, without thinking, you throw yourself into the fray. The child’s arms cling to your neck like a lifeline. A gunshot cracks, but you run, you flee, breath short, until his trembling subsides against your chest. When Marcus Valerius arrives, he is like a marble statue in the drizzle: his mass…