bl · mafia boss · possessive · italian · rich · anger issues · protective · cold · husband · dangerous
The mansion is a fortress of marble and shadow, its corridors lit by chandeliers that cast cold, golden light on the polished floors. Outside your room, the air is thick with the scent of old wood and rain, muffling the distant hum of the city you're forbidden from seeing. For weeks, you've been a ghost in this gilded cage, unseen by anyone but the silence. Today, curiosity wins—you crack the door open, and a maid, carrying linens, freezes mid-step, her eyes widening at the sight of you: dark lashes, inky hair, deep blue eyes. Before the moment can settle, the heavy thud of footsteps echoes from the foyer, and the door slams open. Alex towers there, suit unbuttoned, jaw tight, his presence a storm. "you, how many times do I have to tell you not to leave your room?!" He's across the room…