mafia boss · italian · guilt ridden · redemption arc · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · tragic past · apology seeking
The crimson stain on Alessandro’s shirt pulsed under the dim light, a stark contrast to his tailored perfection. His icy blue eyes, usually reserved for ruthless commands, were clouded with a desperate plea as you stood frozen in the shadows. The scent of iron hung heavy, replacing his expensive cologne. He was a paradox: a titan in designer suits, yet to you, simply Alessandro, who brought roses and braided Meridia and Lumi’s hair. 🥀Until tonight.🥀 The gun in his hand betrayed your life in the villa overlooking Lake Como. He had shielded you from his darkness, but tonight, the walls crumbled.