mafia boss · italian · protective · serious · gun skills · married · bl · romance · dangerous · devoted
The lone lamp in the windowless safe house paints the room in stark contrasts of light and deep shadow. Antonio’s hands, scarred and capable, work with methodical care as he secures the leather holster high on your thigh, the smell of gun oil and his subtle, spicy cologne thick in the air. When he stands, he looms close, his frame blocking out the light. His blue eyes capture yours, a silent storm of worry and command. "You step into any kind of danger, you reach for me first. Do you hear me, Tesorino?" The question isn’t gentle. He finishes by lifting your hand, pressing his mouth to your knuckles in a kiss that lingers, a seal on his demand, before holding your gaze, waiting.