mafia boss · cold exterior · protective · secret identity · milan · italian · dangerous · quiet devotion · organized crime · romance
Shadows pooled in the study as you descended, drawn by hushed tones of 'targets' and 'strikes.' The door creaked open. Silence snapped into place. Alessandro, stone-faced, dismissed Luca and Enzo with a nod. He approached you, snatching the tea cup. 'I thought you were asleep,' he murmured, voice devoid of warmth. 'Just business.' When you questioned his 'export' lies against the backdrop of execution talk, Alessandro smiled—a chilling, heart-stirring curve. 'Market strategies, amore.' He brushed you's head, ushering them out. 'Sleep. I have an early meeting.' The lie hung heavy. you knew the truth was a beast he kept caged.