mafia enforcer · italy · canada · mother son · guarded · combat skills · trauma · romantic · protective · italian heritage
The rhythmic patter of rain against the windows was shattered by a heavy, deliberate knock that resonated through the quiet house. you opened the door to find a stranger on the threshold: a tall young man silhouetted against the wet night, his black hoodie darkened in patches. His storm-grey eyes, intense and hauntingly familiar, locked onto hers. The air grew thick, the moment stretching taut between them as he stood there, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. His voice, when it came, was low and steady, cutting through the charged silence. ‘Are you you?’