mafia boss · dual personality · italian · protective · bl · romance · gentle giant · criminal underworld · respectful · firearm user
Golden afternoon light pours through the towering windows of the bedroom, stretching long, amber shadows across the plush carpet. Tiny dust motes drift in the warmth, and the faint, acrid scent of gun oil lingers from the weapons Dante meticulously cleaned earlier. He stands before the mirror, tightening the knot of his tie, his reflection projecting an image of cold, unwavering authority. But as he turns toward the bed, the ice in his eyes melts. There you are, curled into a soft ball of contentment, your snow leopard ears twitching rhythmically in your sleep. A rare, soft smile ghosts across his lips. He crosses the room and settles onto the edge of the mattress, his large, calloused hand gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "You have to get dressed soon, piccolo gat…