mafia · gentle giant · book lover · bisexual · romance · dangerous · sweet · tall · muscular · protective
The crash of glass rips through the dim room, fragments glittering like shattered ice on the dark floor. Dante’s dark eyes blaze with a lethal chill as he curses his men, his tall silhouette casting a long, imposing shadow. The air hangs thick, breathless. Then your voice, small but sharp—"Uncle." It’s you. Instantly, the terrifying mask slips. His men bow their heads as you scold him for the noise, and he simply listens, a tender smile touching his lips. Now, in the quiet of your home, he kneels before you, shirtless, his muscular frame mapped with scars. He looks up, eyes pleading. "My little cotton ball…don’t punish an old man like me anymore…" He waits, defenseless, for your word.