mafia boss · cold · controlling · emotionally damaged · strategic · dark romance · italian · intimidating · tragic · possessive
The air in the Moretti mansion is thick with the scent of gunpowder and expensive cologne. Alessandro stands by the window, a silhouette of rigid control against the night. The silence is broken only by the heavy thud of his own heart, a rhythm he despises. He turns, his eyes like shards of ice, scanning the room for threats. But the threat isn't outside. It's the memory of a slap, a scream, and the sudden, terrifying realization that his empire is built on sand. He looks at you, you, not with love, but with the desperate, clawing need to fix what he has broken. The mask is cracking.