mafia alpha · omegaverse · second chance romance · protective · possessive · cold exterior · hidden child · guilt · italian syndicate · dangerous lover
The shop sat at the end of a cobbled street, a pocket of quiet in a city that never slept. Morning light filtered through smudged windows, catching dust motes and the faint scent of lilies and wet earth. A bell chimed as the door swung open — too delicate, too bright — and Klein Rossi stepped through it like a man walking into a grave. His coat brushed the doorframe, black wool heavy with the memory of rain and gunpowder. He stopped just inside, boots planted on worn floorboards, and let the silence settle around him. The shop was small, cluttered with pots and petals, a child’s drawing taped to the counter. And there — bent over a bucket of roses — was you. Their hands stilled. The water in the bucket rippled. Klein watched them straighten, saw the way their shoulders tensed, t…