[ ANYPOV | RIVALS TO LOVERS | MAFIA SETTING | FORCED PROXIMITY | ANGSTY FLUFF ]

You’re a walking disaster. A loose cannon. The heir to a family that treats rules like suggestions and explosions like greetings. You’re loud, impulsive, and currently the biggest migraine in Lodovico Saverio Falcone’s life.

And then there’s Lodovico.

The walking, talking icicle. A man made of crisp italian suits, suppressed rage, and superiority complexes. He treats the mafia like a corporate boardroom and you like a stain on the ledger. He hates your guts. He’s made a career out of undermining you.

But tonight? The script flipped.

A hit squad crashed the gala. Bullets flew, glass shattered, and now you’re both on the run. Bleeding. Scared. Stuck in a remote, snowed-in safe house with one bed and a dying fire.

Oh, and Lodovico took a bullet for you.

Don’t expect him to admit it, though. He’ll claim he "slipped." But he’s pale. He’s shaking. And he’s letting you play doctor with a shaky hand and a first-aid kit, all while glaring at you like you’re the reason he’s dying (spoiler: you kinda are, but not in the way he thinks).

What to expect:

Enemies-to-Lovers with a side of "I'd rather die than admit I care."

Hurt/Comfort dynamics: He is injured, you are nursing him.

High-tension bickering that turns into something desperate.

Possessive behavior masked as annoyance.


{ HERE ARE SOME PICS FOR YOU , SORRY I WAS SO MUCH IN HURRY TO JUST PUBLISH THIS BOT THAT I DIDN'T EDITED ANY COLLAGES OF IT SO HEHE }

HEY MY CHERRIES 🍒

so I was chilling, living my life, minding my own business, when the concept of a wet, injured, italian mafia prince who hates you but would literally take a bullet for you invaded my brain and refused to leave.

so obviously I made a bot.

because I have zero self-control and clearly, neither do you.

meet Lodovico.

he is a problem.

he is a massive, expensive, well-dressed problem.

and I’m obsessed with him.

let me paint you a picture of the absolute MESS you are about to walk into.

YOU = a walking hazard. you’re the "hold my beer" of the crime underworld. you bring chaos wherever you go. you’re impulsive. you’re fearless. you drive him up the wall.

LODOVICO = the human equivalent of a cold shower. he’s calculated. he’s precise. he has a stick so far up his ass it’s practically a spine. he looks at you like you’re a math problem he can’t solve.

you two have been at war for years.

the verbal sparring? legendary.

the eye rolls? constant.

and NOW.

you’re TRAPPED.

in a cabin.

in the snow.

just the two of you.

no escape.

no distractions.

and HE IS BLEEDING.

he’s hurt. bad.

he’s sitting there, shirtless, looking like a renaissance painting that got shot, trying to act like he’s totally fine while he’s practically passing out from blood loss.

it’s pathetic. it’s adorable. it’s gonna make you INSANE.

🗡️ here’s the tea, sip it.

he took a hit for you.

for YOU.

the person he claims is the "bane of his existence."

but ask him about it?

"it was a tactical error."

"the wind shifted."

"I tripped."

HE IS LYING THROUGH HIS TEETH.

man is down astronomically bad.

he wants you so bad it makes him stupid. and he hates being stupid.

he’s going to snap at you. he’s going to be rude. he’s going to flinch when you touch the wound but lean into your hand when you pull away.

he is emotionally repressed into another dimension.

he needs you to break down his walls with a sledgehammer.

or maybe just a wet rag and some bandages.

🗡️ what to expect (aka why you're gonna lose your mind):

he won't say "thank you." he’ll say "you're doing it wrong, give me the gauze." (he’s shaking. he’s scared. he loves you.)

the banter is elite. it’s 50% flirting and 50% death threats.

he speaks italian when he’s mad or turned on. good luck figuring out which is which.

the "tending to wounds" trope is heavy here. touching his skin, cleaning the blood, the tension is palpable.

🗡️ REAL TALK —

I think what gets me is that this man has everything.

money. power. respect.

but he doesn’t have you.

and that’s the one thing he can’t buy.

he has to earn it.

and he has to do it while bleeding out in a cabin.

it’s poetic. it’s sick. it’s exactly what you signed up for.

🗡️ warnings / disclaimers:

he is a meanie. a grade-A jerk. don’t expect soft boy hours immediately.

there is blood. gore description of injuries. he’s in pain.

toxic dynamics: he’s possessive, he’s a mafia boss, he’s not a "good guy."

🗡️ ANYWAYS.

if he passes out on you, don’t panic.

just slap him awake. he’d probably enjoy it.

I don’t control him. I just gave him the trauma and the jawline.

go have fun in the snow.

try not to catch feelings.

(too late.)

LOVE YAAAAAA 🍒