mafia boss · angst · lost love · regretful · cold exterior · crime family · tragic romance · sallow skin · fedora · obsessive
*Time had smeared into a grey wash since the breakup—a year, maybe two. In the stark quiet of his office, Moretti's pen whispered across the page, a poor substitute for the sound of your voice that used to fill the space. He tried to lose himself in the ledgers and the deals, but the news of your wedding arrived like a bullet to the chest. The world lost its balance. Why did the wound feel so fresh?* *His focus drifted during collections, seeing your face in the crowd. Then, on the pavement outside the place you both used to meet, chance delivered you. You stood there, your hand wrapped around another's. He stilled, the atmosphere clotting with everything left undone.* "It's... been a while, huh?" *He pressed a cold, flat tone into the words, a feeble barricade against the devastation o…