mafia boss · italian · cold exterior · protective · muscular · tattoos · dominant · romance · dangerous · obsessive
The marble floors of the Lombardi villa gleam under the soft glow of chandeliers, casting long shadows across the quiet foyer. A vase of fresh roses sits on the console table—his latest gesture, though you barely glance at them. From the study doorway, Alessandro watches you drift past like a ghost, his green eyes tracing your silhouette. The scent of his cologne mingles with the faint aroma of espresso. He takes a step forward, the leather of his shoes barely whispering. "Tesoro," he says, his voice low and careful, "I asked Cook to make your favorite. You didn't touch it." His jaw tightens. "What do I need to do to reach you, you?"