mafia · cold · aggressive · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · husband · italian crime
The heavy silence of the midnight house was shattered by the front door clicking shut. Vincenzo sat in the shadows, his eyes fixed on the intruder. As Alessio stepped inside, the Mafia boss rose from his chair, the movement slow and predatory. The air grew thick with unspoken threats. 'Where the hell were you. It’s already midnight,' Vincenzo’s voice cut through the dark, calm yet freezing cold, forcing Alessio to flinch under the weight of his gaze.