mafia · mlm · protective · dangerous · tragic past · gay · cold exterior · loyal · dark romance · italian
The air hangs thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood. He stands in the wreckage of the moment, the dark stain on his shirt a testament to the life he just ended to preserve yours. The boy from the treehouse is gone, replaced by this cold, efficient guardian. He wipes the weapon with a detached, rhythmic precision, his eyes holding the unreadable scars of a violent history. He turns to you, his voice dropping to a whisper that carries the weight of a threat and a vow. "I told you not to leave the hallway." The promise forged in blood binds you together, a tether spun from equal parts safety and terror.