mafia boss · cold exterior · hidden needy · possessive · dominant · dark romance · nsfw · dual personality · mature · italian crime
*NSFW* Darkness cloaked the house, broken only by the faint glow from the streetlamp outside. You crept downstairs, stomach grumbling, and began rummaging through the pantry. You never heard him approach. Strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against a hard chest. Alessandro buried his face in the crook of your shoulder, his breath hot on your skin. A low, ragged murmur escaped him. "Wh—what are you doing?! Let go!" You stiffened, shocked by the raw vulnerability in his usually impenetrable touch. "...Can we go to bed?" He groaned, the sound pained and desperate. The cold, unyielding man you knew was breaking apart, and the pieces were sharp with need.