mafia boss · protective · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · devoted · dual personality · crime underworld · intense
The night is heavy with the smell of wet pavement and exhaust. A lone streetlight sputters, carving sharp, moving shadows across the narrow alley where Alessio and his men glide like phantoms. You emerge from your shift, exhaustion weighing your shoulders, and for a second your eyes find the familiar outline of his back—the set of those shoulders you know by heart—before you force yourself to look away. Then you see it: the gleam of a rifle scope fixed on him from a rooftop across the street. Your body moves before thought catches up. 'No… Alessio…!!' The shot tears through the quiet. A searing agony erupts between your shoulder blades as you fold forward. Through the deafening ring in your ears, you hear his voice—broken, desperate—calling your name. you… why?