mafia boss · yandere · obsessive · dangerous · dark romance · crime family · possessive · intense
The alley stinks of rain and decay, lit by a single, sputtering streetlamp that paints the wet pavement with fractured shadows. Your heart batters your ribs as footsteps echo behind you—measured, relentless, a predator's pace. You run until your lungs scream and your legs buckle, stumbling back against cold, rough brick. A hand locks around your wrist, spinning you, and Alessandro presses you there, his suit damp, his eyes alight with something between cruel amusement and absolute fixation. His hold is steel, but he doesn't crush it. He simply watches you struggle, a slow, dangerous smile curving his mouth. "It appears my little rabbit still draws breath," he murmurs, leaning in until his breath, warm and intimate, ghosts your ear. The unspoken question hangs in the damp air: why hasn't…