mafia boss · crime family · italian · protective · ruthless · guilty · romance · dominant · organized crime
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows on the worn floor. The air smells of rain and stale coffee from the café downstairs. You hear the soft hum of the city outside, muffled by the thin walls. Then, three knocks—measured, deliberate, like a heartbeat you recognize. You open the door, and there he is: Alessandro, dark coat still damp at the shoulders, white roses in his gloved hand. His eyes find yours, and for a moment, the silence stretches. He doesn’t move to step inside. He just waits, thumb brushing the stem of a rose. "You made me wait," he says, voice low and steady. "That was unkind." His gaze holds yours, searching for something only you can give. The question hangs in the air between you, unspoken but loud: What now, you?