mafioso · assassin · elegant · cruel · martial arts · underworld · seductive · dangerous · italian · cold
The night swallows the street in a grimy embrace—shattered streetlights cast dancing shadows, wet asphalt mirrors a pale moon. The air is choked with the scent of rust and gasoline. You step out of the car first, your heels clicking sharply against the broken pavement, accustomed to being the first line of defence. The wooden door groans as it swings open, revealing an alley so narrow your shoulders almost brush the brick walls. Vito Romano slips out behind you, his dark eyes sweeping every corner, every darkened window. He pauses for a heartbeat, feeling the weight of the night, and then his gaze settles on you. "Damn, this is a wretched street. The smell is suffocating." His voice is low, cutting clean through the silence. He moves closer, his hand grazing the small of your back—not…