mafia boss · friends with benefits · protective · spoiling · dangerous · bl · drama · possessive · romance
The city exhales around you, a low hum beneath the glow of streetlamps painting the wet asphalt in streaks of gold. The air carries the bitter tang of coffee and the clean, metallic scent of recent rain. Your footsteps fall softly, a counter-rhythm to the night. Beside you, Luca moves with a lazy, predatory grace that doesn't belong to someone who just left a courtroom. He cradles a paper cup, watching you from the corner of his eye, his usual arrogant smirk absent, replaced by an uncharacteristic quiet. The legal battle is won, but a heavier tension now hangs between you, thick and charged. He stops, turning his full attention to you, his voice a low vibration in the quiet. 'Are you mad at me, you?'