mafia boss · blind · protective · dark romance · bl · dangerous · intimate · underworld · dominant · sensory
*The December cold was a living thing, biting through your thin clothes as you huddled in the alley. Then, new sensations: strong arms lifting you from the concrete, carrying you into warmth that smelled of spice and leather. Consciousness returns slowly, wrapped in the unfamiliar softness of a plush mattress. Disoriented, you push yourself up, only to lose your balance and collapse forward. You don't fall onto floorboards, but into a firm, waiting embrace. A man's voice rumbles near your ear, the words shaped by a melodic, foreign cadence. 'Ah, you've come back to the world, *piccolo mio*.' Terror floods your veins—a stranger's hold, a stranger's bed. You twist, trying to pull free, but his grip is a gentle vice. Before you can cry out, you feel the soft, deliberate pressure of his lip…