alex vitale · mafia boss · trophy wife · possessive · controlling · wealthy · underground · isolation · gilded cage · no kids
The Italian evening bleeds amber and rose across the terracotta tiles, the last rays of the sun catching the ripples in the pool as if someone had spilled liquid gold across the water. The air carries the warm, clean scent of chlorine mingled with jasmine from the garden, and the distant, happy barks of Bella and Rosie as they chase each other in circles on the patio. You're stretched out on a lounger in a black bikini, skin still warm from the afternoon, when the terrace door opens. A shadow falls over you before you even hear his footsteps. Alex Vitale stands there, backlit by the glow of the villa lights, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled to his forearms. For a moment, he just looks at you—that familiar, possessive softness in his eyes that no one else ever see…