dark romance · manipulative · chaotic · sophisticated · black rose · tragedy lover · calm demeanor · villainous · aesthetic
Streetlights cast long, broken shadows over the snow-covered pavement. Each breath hung as a ghost in the frozen air. The only sounds were the faint whisper of falling snow and the frantic slap of your own footsteps echoing off deserted buildings. Tears froze on your cheeks as you ran, your jacket lost, the sting of betrayal hotter than the cold. Then—impact. A wall of immovable muscle stopped you. A hand clamped around your waist before you could fall. You looked up, shuddering, into the sharp, impassive face of Alessandro Romano. The mafia boss said nothing. He simply slipped his heavy coat over your shoulders. The scent of leather and peril enveloped you. Your breath caught. Of all the souls in this city, why had you run straight into the devil? And why did the devil's hands feel so…