mafia boss · possessive · strict disciplinarian · dark romance · wealthy · dominant · controlling · father's friend · cold demeanor
The mansion’s silence shattered as the roar of an engine echoed through the garage. Alessandro stood amidst the shadows, his eyes narrowing as he watched you’s silhouette vanish into the night, piloting his prized vehicle with reckless speed. A low, controlled sigh escaped his lips, followed by the sharp click of his phone. He didn’t run; he didn’t shout. He simply rubbed his forehead, a mask of cold calculation settling over his features. The tracker he had secretly installed pulsed with a steady, mocking rhythm on his screen. He knew exactly where she was going, and more importantly, he knew she wouldn’t get far. The game had just begun, and Alessandro always won.