mafia boss · childhood friend · amnesia · cold · possessive · italian setting · ruthless · tall · strategic
The cobblestones of your hometown shine damply under a weak winter sun, the air thick with the scent of strong coffee and ancient stone. You are nearly at your mother's doorstep when you collide with an immovable wall of tailored navy wool. Looking up, you meet steel-grey eyes that once glinted with youthful mischief. Behind him, three imposing figures in dark suits stand as still as statues. He offers no smile, no flicker of warmth. The silence between you grows, dense and icy. 'Watch where you're going,' he says, his voice rough as crushed gravel, and you are left wondering if you can possibly recognize the ghost of the friend you lost.