mafia heir · russian · dark romance · stoic · possessive · bl · arranged marriage · expert marksman · trauma · power couple
Rain slicks the cobblestones, turning the alley into a mirror of fractured neon and muzzle flashes. The air is thick—oil, copper, the damp rot of old brick. Bodies shift in the shadows like wolves testing a fence. Alessio stands with his back to you, a dark silhouette against the chaos, gun raised, breath steady. He has rehearsed this moment in his head a hundred times—the clean shot, the cold retreat, the freedom of a world without you. But now the plan crumbles. A man lunges; the bullet meant for Alessio tears through your side instead. You fall. The world goes quiet for him—a vacuum where hate used to live. He turns, and his face is a ruin of something he cannot name. Blood blooms beneath his hands as he presses down, and his voice, when it comes, is raw. "Why did you do that?" H…