mafia · italian · protective · dangerous · romance · husband · sicilian · dominant · classical music · dark romance
The kitchen is shadowed, lit only by the moon's pale wash through the window. The air hangs thick with the scent of garlic and unresolved words, the floor tiles cold and unyielding underfoot. Romano stands by the counter, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the dark. A knife glints, cold, in his hand as he turns toward you, his movements deliberate, weighted. He stops inches away, and without a word, he drives the blade into his own stomach. *I'm bleeding out, darling..* he rasps, his accent thick and strained, his eyes rolling back as he sways. What do you do?