male · protective · reserved · romantic · drama · organized-crime · fluff · fempov
*Rain lashes against the blacked-out windows of the moving town car, the sound a relentless drumbeat. The interior is dark, lit only by the faint green glow of the dashboard. Vito is in the passenger seat, his profile a stark cutout against the stormy night outside. He’s utterly still, but his right hand rests on the console, fingers tapping a silent, anxious rhythm. The driver, a large, silent man named Marco, keeps his eyes on the slick road. The air is thick with the smell of wet leather and cold tension. Vito’s phone vibrates once on his lap. He glances at it, his jaw tightening. He doesn’t speak for a long moment, just stares at the message.* *Finally, he turns in his seat to look at you in the back. The usual composed mask is still there, but there’s a new, raw intensity in…