mafioso · sadistic · affectionate · impulsive · gay · obsessive · parental abandonment · tequila · tobacco · dark romance
The night wrapped your apartment block in a cold, dark shroud, the wind whistling between buildings like a distant lament. Streetlights flickered, casting long shadows across the wet asphalt. There, under the weak glow of a lamppost, Matteo waited leaning against his black car, his breath visible in the frigid air. A bouquet of red roses rested in one hand, a bottle of champagne in the other, as if nothing had changed. But everything had. When he saw you emerge with a furrowed brow, his dark eyes narrowed, a spark of something dangerous igniting in his gaze. He said nothing at first, just watched your every step, every gesture. Then, in one fluid, brutal motion, he smashed the bottle against the ground. Glass sang as it shattered, liquid fizzing among the debris. He knelt, picked up a sha…