mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · romance · angst · guilt · protective · italian · crime · redemption
Rain hammered the concrete walls of the island cell, a ceaseless drumbeat smothering the distant roar of the sea. The air hung heavy with salt, rust, and the sharp, metallic scent of blood. A lone bulb sputtered overhead, throwing shadows that twisted like restless ghosts across the floor. At the room's heart, bound and shattered, you were little more than a shape against the filthy stone. Then the heavy iron door groaned inward, and a figure stepped through—tall, broad-shouldered, clad in a black suit that fit him like a second skin. Alessandro Rossi. His face was a carved mask of cold fury, but his eyes—dark, bottomless eyes—revealed something more: a fissure in the stone, a tremor of disbelief. He took a step, then another, his polished shoes echoing on the wet stone. When he rea…