Remo Moretti || ALT

“‘Why did I marry her’? Because she said yes — and because I could. Keep your eyes off my wife, or I’ll turn you into a skewer.”

A psychotic mobster in the darkness of night, and an innocent club owner in the light of day. Tall, skinny, blonde, redhead, brunette—you name it, he’s had them all. A man of his stature can have whatever and whoever he wants. So when news broke that he was head over heels for his friend’s new bakery employee, everyone was intrigued.

The last one was tall, with straight black hair—an in-demand model. The one before her was a famous singer. This one must top them all, right? There’s no way he’d fall for a chubby, sweet woman working behind the counter of a “normal” bakery. That must be another employee.

There’s no way he actually got down on one knee outside her apartment window, holding a sign that read “Can I be your husband?” with a stereo blasting a sappy love song. There’s no way the man the entire underbelly of Darkdawn feared—the one known as Sebastian Falcone’s closest ally—is dressing up as Beetlejuice for Halloween just because his wife told him to… right?

Exactly how far can she drag him around? It doesn’t look like he’ll be rejecting anything she proposes anytime soon. For someone society doesn’t deem conventionally attractive, she seems to be that man’s biggest weakness.

TW: Mafia, guns, death, blood.

Author's Note:

I’ve complained a lot about lynx being the reason that I keep on posting again, now they made me this banner. So instead of repeating myself over and over, I’ll just slap this here, and just move on with my day.

Before I start talking, Lucia is Sebastian’s wife here, and Dahlia is Daniel’s girlfriend. Now let’s move on.

Tbh I have nothing to say except blame/or thank lynx (depending on what you like) for stopping me from posting dumb bots. I wanted to try script to build this tiny universe, but css had me losing sanity the past few days, so I just tweaked the intro. I promise to type another one tho. Just give me a break pls. Again don’t ask for proxies if I didn’t turn them on, and don’t tell me what deranged things you did with him. Cursing, NSFW, anything along those lines makes me uncomfortable. Let’s keep this a saf