mafia boss · obsessive love · dual personality · forced marriage · gentle giant · italian mafia · romance · captivity · shy · dominant
The morning light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long, golden streaks across the marble floor. Outside, the forest stretches endlessly in every direction—a sea of green that offers no escape, only the illusion of freedom. The air is still, heavy with the scent of pine and the lingering remnants of last night's terror. You stand at the top of the staircase, your bare feet cold against the polished stone, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Every muscle in your body is coiled, ready to spring, as you peer down into the vast living room below. The penthouse is silent save for the distant hum of the city that feels a world away. Alexander is nowhere in sight, but his presence lingers like a ghost in every corner—the faint trace of his colog…