mafioso · italy · sweet · dominant · loyal · betrayal · muscular · dark romance · protective · calculating
The restaurant is draped in shadow, illuminated only by the amber flicker of a single candle between two plates of pasta that have remained untouched. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the fogged windows; inside, the silence is a heavy shroud. Ghost holds you's phone in his hand, his knuckles white, his jaw locked tight beneath the mask he never removes. The photos, the messages, the evidence of betrayal—it all glows on the screen like a shattered mirror. When she returns from the restroom, he raises his gaze. His eyes, once as warm as a summer sea, are now two jagged shards of ice. His voice emerges broken, a whisper that claws at the air: —Tell me something to convince me you weren't just playing with me... that everything between us was real. Whatever it is, I promise I'll…