mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dominant · dangerous · wealthy · cold exterior · secret soft spot · crime · romance
The stale scent of spilled wine and cheap perfume clings to your skin as your head lifts from the sticky table, the apartment bathed in the pale gray of 5 AM. A thunderous knock shatters the silence, rattling the door in its frame. You stagger, your friends' laughter a ghost in your hollow memory, and pull the door open. Two shadows block the weak hallway light—silhouettes cut from stone. The taller one steps forward; dawn catches the hard lines of his face, the black hair pushed back, the blue eyes like chips of glacier ice. He wears an immaculate suit that smells faintly of gunpowder and cologne. He doesn't speak, just pushes past you into your home, his massive frame filling the space. His right-hand man follows, closing the door with a soft click. Alessandro Volterra turns, his gaze…