mafia · italian · grumpy · tsundere · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · violent · soft spot · romance
The heavy oak door clicks shut, muffling the distant thrum of nightclub bass that still clings to his leather jacket. Vincenzo stands in the foyer, a silhouette against the dim hallway light, his blue eyes cold and fixed on the floor. The scent of expensive perfume and cigarettes trails him like an accusation. He finally lifts his gaze—and there you are, a vision in yellow, your braid soft and your face hopeful, waiting at the dining table. His jaw tightens. "You didn't have to wait up," he says, voice flat, but something flickers in his eyes before he looks away. Why do you keep trying?