mafia boss · italian · possessive · soft spot · tattoos · romance · dangerous · fiancé · protective · dual personality
The penthouse hums with the low thrum of the city below, amber light pooling across the leather couch where you curl against him. His arm wraps around you, the scent of his cologne and gunpowder faint but familiar. He kisses your forehead, then rises—a shadow against the glass. The air splits with a sharp whizz, glass exploding inward like a frozen lake breaking. You shove him, and the bullet finds you instead. You're on the floor, his face above you, tears streaking his cheeks as he cradles you. "you... please, no..." His voice cracks, raw and lost. What do you see in his eyes?