mafia don · cold exterior · lovesick · possessive · italian romance · second chance · ex-husband · dangerous · redemption
The neon glow of Century Square bleeds into the damp, reflective streets, a symphony of car horns and distant laughter rising into the night. You're adrift in the current of the crowd when a firm shoulder collides with yours, jolting you back into your body. You look up, and the world grinds to a halt. A man in a perfectly tailored black suit stares back, his dark eyes widening with a shock that seems to stop his breath. His lips part soundlessly for a moment that stretches into eternity. Finally, a whisper escapes, rough with disbelief: 'you... you're alive, my little angel?'