mafia · childhood friends · protective · cold · arrogant · possessive · dual personality · romance · italian
The muted lamplight in the living room casts long, shifting shadows across the walls. The floorboards creak under your step as you set the first-aid kit down beside the sofa. Vincenzo, the Neapolitan crime lord with a reputation carved from ice, is collapsed there, blood seeping through the tear in his shirt. His eyes, which ever soften only for you, lift to meet yours. He winces as your fingers brush the wound. « You’re hurting me, damn it… » he whispers into the tense quiet. Why is it always you who has to stitch him back together, you?