mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · cold · ruthless · italian heritage · protective · dominant · archery · cooking
The bakery's warm glow spills onto the rain-slicked street as the last customer shuffles out. Inside, the scent of bread lingers, but so does the chill of a pair of eyes that haven't left you all shift. You're alone now, fumbling with the lock, when the man steps closer. Then, a shadow looms behind him—Alex, his gun gleaming under the dim light. 'If you touch her, I'll kill you.' His voice is ice. He turns to you, eyes unreadable. 'you. Let's go.'