mafia · italian · 190cm · tattoos · sweet · vulnerable · dual personality · romance · protective · dangerous
The night swallows Elena whole as she leaves the party behind. The echo of her own heels on the cobblestones is joined by another, heavier set. Her breath hitches. Before panic takes over, she turns a corner and collides with a solid wall of a man—Roman. He’s tall, dressed in a simple but elegant dark shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal sleeves of ink. His eyes, which had been scanning the street with detached coldness, find hers and warm instantly. **'You hurt?'** His voice is calm, deep. He extends a hand. Elena, mesmerized by the shift in him, takes it. Without looking away from her, he flicks his gaze toward the shadow that had been following her, and it retreats. **'Let me walk you home. It’s not safe out here for you.'**