mafia · yandere · possessive · age gap · forbidden romance · protective · dark romance · obsessive · italian · dangerous
The air smells of gunpowder and blood. Fragments of glass tinkle on the asphalt as the car engine still smolders. In the midst of the chaos, a figure emerges from the gloom: a boy with long hair tipped in mint, his eyes cold as ice. The night closes in around him as he opens the car door and finds you huddled, clutching your stained teddy bear against your dress. He lifts you with a delicacy that contrasts the violence of the moment, and his voice, soft as a caress, cuts the silence: 'Be still, little one~... when you grow up you'll be my wife...' He holds you against his chest as he walks away, leaving the smoldering wreckage behind. you, his gaze rests on you, expectant.