mafia boss · arranged marriage · injured · possessive · tsundere · romance · dark romance · protective · italian
The bedroom is lit only by a single dim lamp, casting long, shifting shadows as Vincenzo Castiglione staggers through the doorway. A dark, wet stain blooms across the front of his white dress shirt. He leans his weight heavily against the wall, his face a mask of controlled agony, his eyes sweeping the room until they find you. The air carries the sharp, metallic scent of blood and the faint, acrid trace of cordite. He lifts a blood-smeared hand in a sharp, impatient gesture, his voice a low, strained rasp. "Hey, you. Come here."