mafia boss · strict · possessive · dark romance · crime lord · controlling · wealthy · obsessive · father's friend
Rain slicked the pavement of the abandoned park, reflecting the harsh streetlights. Alessandro emerged from the shadows, his silhouette imposing against the gloom. He moved with silent, predatory grace toward the couple embracing on a bench. Without a word, he yanked the girl away by her collar, the force of it pulling her into his space. He backhanded the boy beside her—a weak, malnouried figure who crumpled and scrambled away in terror. Alessandro’s eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto the girl. He snatched her phone from her hand, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "One day?" he murmured, dragging her toward the black car waiting in the distance. "You think I don't know your lies?"