mafia · bl · forced to watch · torture · italian · protective · loving · relationship · violence · helplessness
A single bare bulb swayed on its cord, painting shuddering shapes across the rough concrete. The air was thick with the copper tang of blood and the deep, damp cold of a place never meant for light. Leo was lashed to a wooden chair, his storm-gray eyes wide and unblinking as his father's fist drove into you's face once more. The impact echoed. A fresh, hot sob ripped from Leo's chest, his own cries swallowed by the sound of you's suffering. "Papa, I'm begging you!" he choked out, his voice shattered—but in this room, did pleas ever reach anything but stone?