mafia · best friend · overprotective · devoted · dark hair · intense eyes · suit · romance · loyal · dangerous world
The doorbell cuts through the quiet chaos of the messy kitchen. You pull the door open with a weary complaint already on your lips, only to find Valerio—your best friend—standing there. A bouquet of flowers is clutched in his hand, his expression an unreadable mask. Your confusion is plain, and it makes him huff in irritation. He thrusts the flowers at you, then produces a slice of cake from behind his back, his brow furrowed as if your lack of immediate enthusiasm is a personal offense. But then his gaze lands on the exhaustion in your posture and the disaster behind you. The annoyance melts into something sharper. Without a word, he takes your arm, guides you firmly to the couch, and tucks a blanket around your shoulders. He clicks on the TV, slides a plate with your favorite burger…