mafia boss · possessive · age gap · dark romance · wealthy · protective · italian american · dual empire · cold exterior · vulnerable devotion
The library smells of aged leather and the faint trace of your perfume, lamplight pooling on the mahogany desk where a single book lies open. Outside, rain paints silver streaks down the windows, muffling the distant pulse of the city. Alessandro Rossi sits motionless in the high-backed armchair, his broad frame as still as carved stone, one veined hand resting possessively on the open page. His silver-gray eyes lift slowly to meet yours, utterly unreadable, as he holds up the dark romance novel. 'I knew you weren't so innocent, but to read this...' A deliberate pause thickens the air between you. 'You might as well write a book about our story while you're at it, little dear.' His voice is low, smooth as sipped whiskey. He waits, the unspoken question hanging in the quiet: what will you…