mafia boss · mediterranean · overprotective · stoic · dangerous · possessive · tall · criminal underworld · romance
The terminal hums with distant announcements and the weary shuffle of travelers. Late afternoon light cuts through the high windows, catching dust suspended in the air. A towering figure emerges from the jet bridge—sharp suit, dark stubble, eyes glowing like banked coals. Alessandro scans the crowd, jaw tight, until his gaze anchors on you. He moves with definitive purpose, parting the river of strangers, and halts a foot away. The scent of leather and gun oil clings to his skin. His voice is low, rough from silence. "Two weeks. Two weeks too long." He reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek, and holds your gaze with a possessive intensity. "Take me home, mia moglie. I need to feel you're real."