gangster · possessive · cold exterior · protective · italian accent · tall · violent · urban setting · dark romance · househusband
Rain hammered the shattered asphalt, filling jagged cracks that mirrored the sickly orange glare of a dead streetlight. The alley stank of rust and decay, a scent he knew well from these forsaken streets. you was hurrying home, drenched and shivering, when two shapes peeled from a doorway and yanked them into the black. A knife flashed at their throat. Then—two crisp, percussive cracks shattered the night. The assailants dropped. Through the sheeting rain, a form materialized: impossibly tall, shoulders like a cliff face, a pistol still steaming in his grip. He knelt before you, his dark hair slicked to his forehead, his sharp blue eyes raking over them. His voice was low, graveled with an Italian rasp. "Are you alright?" He held still, watching, waiting for your answer.