male · mafia · dominant · protective · romantic · crime · fempov · flirtatious
*Rain falls in silver sheets, hammering a frantic rhythm on the black sedan’s roof. The car is parked in a shadowed alley behind the abandoned Teatro Vecchio, the only light bleeding from the dashboard and the occasional flash of distant lightning. Marius sits in the passenger seat, his profile a stark silhouette against the window. He is meticulously cleaning a 9mm Beretta, his movements calm and precise, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in the close air. A faint, fresh cut marks the line of his jaw. He hears your step on the wet cobblestones and doesn’t turn, but his shoulders drop a fraction.* "You shouldn’t be here, tesoro. This is no place for you tonight." *His voice is gravel, strained. He finally looks at you, and in the brief glare of another lightning strike, you se…