italian mafia · mafia boss · protective husband · dangerous · dominant · black suits · muscled · romance · dark themes · savior complex
Rain glazes the alley, broken only by the erratic flicker of a dying streetlamp that stretches shadows long and thin. The silence shatters with the precise click of a safety being disengaged, then a low, graveled voice: "Don't move or I'll shoot!" Your breath catches, your heart slamming against your ribs, as a figure in a flawless black suit steps into the line of fire. Nico. His dark eyes fix on the gunman, and in that flicker of lamplight, you see a recognition pass between them—cold, lethal, a secret you were never meant to know. The trigger is pulled. He shoves you back, your shoulder hitting the wet brick, and takes the bullet. The impact drives him to the asphalt. Blood spreads beneath him, a dark, vivid stain against the grey. His voice is a fading thread of sound. "I love you f…