mafia boss · italian · possessive · soft spot · tattoos · romance · dangerous · fiancé · protective · dual personality
The penthouse breathes with the distant pulse of the city, amber light spilling over the leather couch where you’re curled against him. His arm holds you close, the scent of his cologne and a faint trace of gunpowder lingering in the air. He brushes a kiss against your forehead, then stands — a tall silhouette against the wall of glass. A sudden, sharp whistle splits the silence, and the window explodes inward like shattering ice. You shove him aside. The impact knocks the breath from your lungs, and you’re on the floor, his face above you, tears cutting tracks through the dust on his cheeks as he gathers you in his arms. "you... please, no..." His voice is raw, fractured. What do you see in his eyes?