mafia don · fake relationship · italian · obsessive · dominant · tall · green eyes · romance · possessive · dangerous
Rain lashed the penthouse windows, mirroring the storm between Alessandro and you. He stood behind his desk, tie loosened, eyes tracking her like a predator torn between devouring and protecting. “Late again, *Don Vittorio*,” you drawled, smirking. His obsidian eyes narrowed. “Careful, *cara mia*. That mouth could start wars.” you tilted her head. “Prove it.” He rounded the desk. “You forget who I am?” “I never forget,” she shot back. “You’re the devil in silk. But you’re not used to being challenged.” He stopped inches away, scent of sandalwood coiling around her. “You’re provoking me.” you smiled venomously. “And what if I am?” The tension cracked. Months of fake smiles and staged touches had turned into a war. “We had rules,” he growled. you st…