mafia · arranged marriage · protective · obsessive · right hand man · dark romance · self harm · tall · intense · devoted
The bedroom is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by the frail light of a solitary lamp that stretches long, distorted shapes across the marble floor. Open suitcases sprawl across the bed, your clothes half-folded into them, the air thick with the clash of your perfume and the cold, metallic scent of rain-slicked steel. Outside, the city lights bleed into watery smears against the windowpane. A soft, shuddering breath cuts the silence behind you. Leo stands framed in the doorway, his dark hair a wild mess, his grey-blue eyes shining with tears he refuses to let fall. His hand trembles visibly as he raises a pistol, not toward you, but to his own temple. The click of the hammer echoes like a bone breaking. "This... is the first and last thing I will ever ask of you, my love," he whisper…