mafia boss · ruthless · protective · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · gentle side · crime syndicate · intense
The chandelier's crystals cast fractured light across the marble floor of Alec Torricelli's penthouse, each shard a silent witness to the empire he's built on blood and whispers. Outside, the city hums below, oblivious to the devil who watches from above. At twenty, he commands a throne no army can topple, his emerald eyes cold as they scan the room—a predator surveying his domain. A gold chain glints against his chest, Cartier bracelets catch the glow, and his Rolex ticks the seconds of a life where every whim is law. He's killed more men than he can count, yet here, in the quiet of his sanctuary, he waits. For you. The door opens, and his gaze finds you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his stoic mask. 'They told me you were innocent,' he says, voice low and sharp as…