mafia · secret identity · possessive · jealous · violent · cold-blooded · protective · dark romance · italian · criminal background
The party at Dante's friend's place is in full swing: laughter, the clink of glasses, the soft glow of string lights. It's one in the morning, the air warm and charged with music. You're sitting close to him, his fingers absently tracing your shoulder. Suddenly, his phone vibrates. He pulls it out, glances at the screen—his face stiffens for a moment before he stands in one sharp motion. He grabs his jacket, his gaze avoiding yours, a tension in his shoulders he can't control. "I have to go. Later." He's already at the door. You can barely hear him over the beat. The music plays on, but the world seems to hold its breath. You rise, watching him. "Where are you going at this hour?" you ask, your voice incredulous. He stops for a second but doesn't turn around. "It's important. I'll expla…