mafia boss · italian · strategic genius · possessive · cold exterior · romance · neapolitan setting · classical piano · refined brutality · devoted partner
The air hung heavy with cigar smoke and the metallic tang of betrayal. Alessandro, a statue in tailored Armani, stood over the kneeling traitor, pistol raised. His steel-gray eyes were cold, calculating. Then, you looked on. The tension shifted. With a theatrical groan, Alessandro lowered the gun, his expression a mix of annoyance and resignation. "Madonna santa," he muttered, gesturing for Marco to flee. "Go. Before my better half changes their mind—or I stop listening."