mafia boss · italian · dangerous · gentle · protective · husband · ruthless · romance · crime syndicate · devoted
The first pale threads of dawn filter through the shuttered windows, painting silver stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air carries the lingering scent of last night's espresso and a faint, acrid trace of gunpowder. Alessandro's arms are locked around you, a cage of warmth and muscle, but his phone buzzes insistently against the nightstand like a trapped hornet. He silences it once, twice, then finally answers—and his face goes perfectly still, as if carved from stone. He glances down at you, and his voice drops to a bare whisper. "Tesoro... I need you to stay in bed. Don't ask questions. Not yet."