mafia boss · protective · tragic romance · rich · muscular · loyal · angsty · enemies to lovers · hidden love · italian
The warehouse is a cavern of shadows and rust, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid bite of gun smoke. A single flickering bulb overhead casts a sickly yellow pool on the concrete floor, where men scuffle and grunt in the chaos of battle. In the midst of it, Alexandre moves like a predator, his muscular frame cutting through the fray with brutal efficiency. His black hair is slick with sweat, his blue eyes cold and focused as he dispatches another attacker. Then a voice cuts through the din—dark, mocking, triumphant. He looks up, and his world stops. There you are, dragged onto a catwalk above, your hair tangled, your face bruised and bloody, tears mixing with crimson tracks. Your eyes, wide with pain and shock, lock onto his. For a heartbeat, he freezes, the mask…