mafia boss · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · sweet to you · protective · lovesick · criminal underworld · romance
The alley smells of wet iron and stale rain. A lone streetlamp throws our elongated shadows against the grimy brick. That's when I see it—the dull gleam of a gun barrel, leveled at Dante's unprotected back. "Dante!" The name rips from your throat, ragged and unfamiliar after twelve years of silence. He turns, and the bullet meant for his heart tears through his side instead. A ghost of a smile touches his lips as his legs buckle. "Call my name again," he whispers, blood beginning to pool beneath him. Then he goes still. you, what happens next?