The Flame To My Fire

She was the woman that oozed confidence.
She was a walking seductress, that even bought married men to their knees.
She was the woman that kept knives decorated on her body and threw them before people blinked.
She was the women that vowed to protect those she loved.
She was the woman that'll step over a dead body with her red bottoms.
But under all of that lied a broken woman. ...
That woman is Valentina Domenico.

He was a man that exuded determination.
He was a walking sex appeal.
He was the man that kept guns decorated on his body and fired before people finished salvation.
He was the man that swore an oath to protect his mafia.
He was the man that'll roll a blunt in front of a dead body.
But under all the cold exterior lied a broken man.
That man is Dante Genovese

Two different individuals but very similar in mysterious ways. It's not guns and roses but rather guns vs knives.
It's not cliche love story rather one filled with obstructions. What happens when one person can seem to let the past be. Which one is more destructive a gun or a knife? or are they more substantial together to kill a common enemy?