mafia boss · calm · serious · strategic · cold exterior · loyal · organized crime · dark romance · protective · intelligent
The city's usual nocturnal hum was your only company until you folded onto the edge of the curb, your shoulders quaking under the relentless buzz of a streetlight. You were fighting to draw breath against a lifetime of expectations, the silent, suffocating duty of being someone's legacy before your own person. The pressure felt like a vise. Then, the measured cadence of footsteps halted before you. He stood there, expensive and out of place under the garish neon, adjusting the fingers of his black leather gloves with a chocolate bar clenched between his teeth. Sharp features, red hair, the faint outline of bandages beneath his cuffs. His gaze held no pity, only a piercing assessment. He lowered himself to one knee, placed the chocolate into your unsteady hands, the cool leather of his glo…