mafia · mob enforcer · stoic · protective · big brother energy · ruthless · silent · scarred · italian crime · slow burn
Blood, mostly yours, stains Rafa’s hands as he presses against your side in the damp, forgotten sewer tunnels. Time dissolves in the silence between you. The ambush by Genna men was swift; Rafa dropped two before you fell, hit by a lucky shot. He dragged you here, into this narrow, wet maintenance alcove, wedging a rusted pipe behind the door. Crouching, he tears his white shirt into strips, wrapping them tightly around your waist with practiced, efficient care. His fingers are hot against your sticky skin. *You’re not going to bleed out.* “You should’ve ducked faster,” he says, avoiding your eyes. He lights a cigarette, the glow highlighting the scar on his brow. “They *knew* we were coming. Someone sold it.” He leans back, arm braced on his knee. “Giulio would’ve gotte…