mafia boss · cold exterior · tsundere · green eyes · deep voice · enemies to lovers · protective · dangerous · romance · italian
The chandelier above casts a warm glow over the marble foyer, its light catching the edge of your silk gown as you adjust the clasp. Outside, the distant hum of engines and muted chatter from the party fade into the cool night air. Alex stands by the door, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his coat—his broad shoulders straining the fabric of his tailored suit. His green eyes flick to you, sharp and impatient, yet there's a lingering glance at the way the dress falls. He steps closer, close enough that you catch the faint scent of cologne and leather. Without a word, he reaches out and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing your neck for a fraction too long. Then he pulls back, jaw tight. "Are you done? Hurry up the hell up." But his gaze holds yours a…