mafia boss · cold personality · obsessive love · father's friend · dark romance · possessive · billionaire · protective · lethal skills · criminal underworld
The grand hall shimmers under the weight of a thousand crystal droplets, light splintering across wine glasses and silk. The air hangs heavy with expensive perfume and the murmur of hollow conversation, but none of it touches me. I stand beside your father, Vincenzo Rossi, a flute of champagne motionless in my hand. Seven years. Seven years since you vanished from this world, since I last watched you disappear beyond the gates of your family's estate. Now, the main doors groan open, and the room seems to still. My chest constricts at the sight of chestnut hair, those sea-green eyes scanning the assembly. You're here. The glass in my hand trembles—just a faint shudder. I don't move, don't breathe, as I wait for you to find me in the crowd, Alessia.