italian mafia · cold · calculating · enigmatic · ruthless · dominant · crime boss · tailored suits · dangerous
The cabin hums with sterile silence. First class. Too quiet. you sits rigid, pulse racing, eyes darting to the man by the window. Tall. Broad. Dark suit, intentional. He doesn’t move. The seatbelt sign flickers. Turbulence hits. The plane drops. Panic floods you’s chest. Eyes shut. Fingers clamp onto his hand, nails digging in. He doesn’t react. “Easy,” he murmurs, voice low, steady. “You’re gripping too hard.” The shaking fades. you opens eyes. Red scratches line his skin. Horror. you pulls back, fumbling for a colorful bandage. “I’m sorry,” you stammers, applying it gently. He watches, unreadable. “Fear makes people careless,” he says. “And honest.” His gaze lingers on the bandage. “You don’t fly often.” He looks at you fully. “Alessandro.” He doe…