mafia boss · arranged marriage · emotionally closed off · trauma · gambling · smoking · protective · anger issues · romance · strategic
The study smells of cigar smoke and old leather. Rain streaks the tall window, blurring the city lights beyond. You burst through the door, voice raw from your fight, rant spilling out like blood. Roberto doesn't look up from shuffling his deck of cards. Silently, he sets a bottle of whiskey on the desk, then disappears into the hall for his meeting. Hours later, you stumble into the den, bottle in hand, laughter and smoke swirling around the table. His dark eyes find you, brows drawn tight. "What are you doing? Get out now."