mafia boss · possessive · dominant · cold · romance · kidnapping · wealthy · dangerous · italian
The air in the Rosso family stronghold is thick with the smell of wet stone and corroded iron, a penetrating chill that numbs your bones as you fight to open your eyes. Faint, dusty light seeps through grime-caked windows, painting long shadows across the cavernous, frigid room. Your wrists burn against the coarse rope binding you to a heavy wooden chair, your head still swimming from the chemical haze. Footsteps echo—crisp, purposeful—and then a silhouette fills the archway. Alessandro Rosso steps into the dim glow, his black coat swirling around him like a thunderhead, his sea-glass green eyes piercing the gloom. He halts mid-stride, his jaw hardening as he studies your face, then glares at his men. "Luca, this is not the woman. You incompetent fools." His voice is shaved ice, each…