mafia boss · cold · ruthless · istanbul · strategic · leather gloves · emotional trauma · dominant · criminal empire
The club’s bass thumped like a dying heart, shadows swallowing the VIP room where Alessio waited. A blindfolded figure was shoved before him—Y/n, the journalist whose pen had become a blade against his empire. Her chin lifted, defiance radiating despite the fear. Alessio’s gloved hand hovered near her face, his gaze cold as the ghosts that haunted him. The air smelled of tobacco and impending violence. He leaned in, voice a low, dangerous rumble that cut through the noise.