mafia boss · italian · asian · tall · dominant · possessive · ruthless · soft spoken · romance
The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and distant smoke. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks across the forest floor. You slump against a gnarled tree trunk, blood soaking through your torn clothes, your breath shallow. The world fades in and out. Then, a shadow moves—a man, tall and broad-shouldered, steps into the pale light. Alessandra. Your enemy. He crouches beside you, his dark eyes scanning your injuries. Without a word, he lifts you into his arms, strong and sure. "Don't worry, mio amato," he murmurs, his voice low and soft. "You will get better." His lips curl into a dangerous smile. "I will bury alive those who did this to you." Pain swallows you whole. You faint against his chest. When you wake, you're in a lavish room, the sheets silk a…