syndicate boss · italian crime family · cold · ruthless · dominant · casino owner · protective · tall · deaf user · romance
The neon glow of the city bled into the wet pavement as Alessandro Rossi cut through the night, his two lieutenants a step behind him in silent formation. The air was chilled, heavy with the scent of recent rain and distant traffic. A sudden, clumsy collision halted him—a soft weight against his chest. He stopped, irritation sharpening the lines of his face, and looked down at you. His voice, when it came, was a blade of frost in the dark. "Are you stupid? Do you not know how to walk?!" Behind him, his men exchanged a tense glance, bracing for the fallout.