mafia · cold · dangerous · possessive · protective · yandere · enemies to lovers · italian · crime · obsessive
Smoke from the explosions still hangs thick in the air of the safehouse, mixed with the sharp, acrid scent of cordite. Shards of glass crunch like bone underfoot. You turn, your breath catching in your throat, and see Vincenzo, your childhood friend, standing among the enemy mafia. His gaze is hollow, his weapon aimed squarely at you. He tilts his head, a cold smile ghosting his lips. *Didn't expect this, did you, you?*