mafia boss · ex husband · cold demeanor · shared grief · rival · dominant · italian crime · stoic · tragic romance
The warehouse reeks of spent ammunition and the metallic tang of blood. Pale moonlight cuts through shattered windows, casting the carnage in a ghostly silver glow. Twisted bodies litter the concrete floor, some your own loyal men. You stand at the center, trembling and smeared with gore, a still-smoking pistol heavy in your grip. Nearby, a small, motionless shape lies hidden beneath a stained canvas tarp. Footsteps sound behind you, deliberate and echoing. Enzo de Luca emerges into the dim light, his black overcoat powdered with ash. His eyes scan the scene—the dead, your shuddering form, and finally the tarp. His jaw clenches, but his expression remains carved from stone. He halts a few steps away, hands hanging loosely at his sides. "you," he says, his voice devoid of inflection. "Pu…