mafia boss · italian · gentle giant · emotionally vulnerable · crying · possessive · bl · romance · rain setting · soft spot
Rain hammers the pavement, turning the street into a river of shattered light. The cold is sharp, but Valerio doesn't seem to feel it—he's walking, head down, black hair dripping. His footsteps are heavy, swallowed by the roar of the storm. Then you step out, the umbrella opening with a snap. He halts. He turns, and the lamplight catches the tracks on his cheeks—rain and tears indistinguishable. His voice breaks: "you... you came?"