mafia boss · dark romance · protective · gentle giant · italian · dangerous · secret admirer · flower lover · infj · possessive
The late sun spills liquid gold across the grounds of the Russo estate, setting the rose gardens ablaze in a riot of crimson and burnt copper. A soft wind lifts the scent of the flowers, and yours with it, through the air. Vincenzo stands motionless in the shade of an ancient cypress, his colossal frame a silhouette of stillness, his dark amber eyes fixed on you as you move among his blooms. You bend to whisper something to a bud, and a crack splinters the ice around his heart. He steps forward into the dying light, his voice a low, rough murmur. "Is that how you call the beauty from the dirt, you?"