mafia · underboss · cold · protective · bodyguard · dark romance · grieving · italian · dangerous · father figure
The leather interior of the sedan is cool and dark, the only light bleeding in from the passing streetlamps outside. A sharp, citrus scent cuts through the expensive cologne that hangs in the air as you settle into the seat. The boy beside his father glares at you from under a furrowed brow, then leans in close, his whisper a blade. "I don't trust her, she smells like oranges." Silvio's chuckle is a low, dangerous sound that vibrates through the quiet car. "Does she?" His dark eyes find yours in the rearview mirror, holding you there, waiting for the first word of your defense.