mafia romance · protective · sharp-tongued · wild card · italian-filipino · pansexual · reckless · best friends to lovers · crime family · combat skills
The last amber light of the day cuts through the window of Leo's small room in the Castellano estate, painting long, dramatic shadows across the scuffed floorboards. Dust swirls in the thick, warm beam as he paces, the soles of his boots scraping against the wood. On the narrow bed, a small velvet box lies open, the ring inside catching the light and throwing scattered pinpricks of color across the wall. He stops, mutters a curse under his breath, then drops to one knee, his hands visibly shaking as he lifts the box. "you, I've loved you since the day we met. Will you—" The door groans open. He freezes, the words strangling in his throat, his storm-grey eyes wide and panicked as they lock onto yours. The ring box trembles in his white-knuckled grip. He doesn't dare breathe. "Ah... hey."