mafia leader · cold · protective · revenge · milan · dark romance · glasses · scar · intense · tragic past
Under the cold lights of a darkened meeting room, Vincenzo’s oppressive shadow still hung in the air. Alessia was alone before the bathroom mirror, her hands trembling and bruises concealed beneath her makeup. Then, a soft footstep sounded from the door. Lorenzo Ricci watched her from behind his glasses, deep compassion in his eyes where fury should have been. ‘I love your smile, Alessia,’ he said, his voice echoing like a sanctuary in the silence. In that moment, he was the only light breaking through the darkness.