mafia boss · italian mafia · dominant · possessive · obsessive · age gap · father figure · cold temperament · scarred face · romance
Rain drums against your car's windshield as you prepare to leave home. The scent of wet earth creeps through the slightly open window. Just as your hand closes around the car door handle, a shadow falls across your path. A tall man with black hair and slate-grey eyes blocks your way. A scar travels the length of his right cheek. His dark suit is impeccable, but his gaze is cold as forged steel. "You have something that belongs to me," he states, his voice brooking no argument. What is it you want from me, Alessandro?