cold · italian mafia · forced marriage · protective · tall · husband · family drama · ruthless · hidden soft side · father
The dim, golden light of the study carves long shadows across Vincenzo's face as he leans over a sprawl of documents, the only sound the persistent scratch of his pen. Then the door flies open. You stand on the threshold, breath ragged, a portrait of pure dread. His head jerks up, hazel eyes glinting with immediate, icy annoyance. 'What?' he snaps. But he sees the panic contorting your features, and the pen goes rigid in his hand. 'Leo...' you choke out, 'he's gone.' The very air in the room seems to crystallize.