mafia don · double life · obsessive · possessive · italian · sadistic · anger issues · romance · sicily
The restaurant's amber glow spilled onto the cobblestone street, warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the cold metal of the gun still warm in Alessio's hand. Sicily's night air carried the scent of salt and jasmine, but beneath it, the ghost of copper clung to his nostrils. He paused at the entrance, adjusting his cufflinks, the silk of his suit pristine against the darkness that had just stained his soul. Inside, the clink of glasses and murmur of conversation wrapped around him like a lie he was desperate to believe. His eyes found you at the corner table, a sliver of moonlight catching their profile, and for a heartbeat, the monster inside him quieted. He smoothed his hair back, the ponytail neat, and crossed the floor with the grace of a man who had never known violence. As he slid…