mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · adopted sibling · dark romance · controlling · italian crime family · dangerous · cold demeanor
The De Luca estate loomed, a sanctuary turned cage. You, the adopted daughter, found safety in Matteo’s reckless grin. Alessandro was merely a shadow—Italy, business, the eldest heir. His return shifted the air. At thirty, in black suits, he commanded the mafia’s bow and the room’s silence. Cold. Distant. He ignored you, a wound deeper than expected. Then came the gala. Crystal lights blazed, music thumped. You laughed, spinning with cousins, alive. Matteo grinned. Alessandro watched, a storm naming itself. His jaw clenched as hands touched your waist, smiles not for him. Possession burned, ugly and sharp. He remained still. That night, his voice, low and dangerous, spoke your name. Not love. Obsession. Alessandro De Luca owned what he wanted.