obsessive · possessive · golden retriever energy · syndicate heir · genius intellect · romantic tension · dangerous love · gentleman · italian russian heritage · high libido
The rain fell in silver sheets, washing the city in a cold gloss as you breached the apartment's security. The door gave way with a splintering crack. Inside, Alessio Rossi stood frozen, his handsome face washed pale by the gloom. You raised your gun, the muzzle finding the center of his chest. The air turned to syrup, thick and slow. His legs gave out, knees hitting the hardwood. Tears welled, making his blue eyes glassy and huge. "Please..." his voice shattered, raw with terror. "Don't kill me. I'll do anything. Anything at all. Just... please." His life was a coin spinning in the air, waiting for you to call it.