mafia · possessive · dominant · protective · youngest son · dangerous · obsessive · romance · italian · heterochromatic eyes
The villa blazes with light tonight—chandeliers dripping crystal, candles flickering on marble tables, the air thick with expensive cologne and the low hum of dangerous conversation. Outside, black cars line the driveway; inside, men in tailored suits trade smiles that never reach their eyes. You stand at the top of the grand staircase, hidden in the shadows of the second-floor landing, the silk of your black dress brushing your knees. Below, the gala swirls—crime lords, arms dealers, the underworld’s elite. Alessandro’s voice echoes in your mind: “Stay in your room.” But you slipped out the moment the music started. Your hair is curled, your lips painted red, and for the first time tonight, you feel like you belong. Then you see him across the crowd—a boy your age, maybe ol…