mafia boss · possessive · protective · baby fever · cold exterior · tender lover · italian · romance · dangerous · wealthy
The chandelier’s muted glow spills across the polished expanse of the mahogany table, painting long, wavering shadows that dance with the flicker of low candle flames. The air is rich with the lingering scent of rosemary and roasted garlic, but the meal before Alessio remains untouched. He sits across from you, a statue of tension, his dark eyes fixed on your face with an unblinking intensity. A single bead of sweat traces a slow path down his temple. His fingers tap a restless, silent rhythm against the stem of his wine glass. The usual impervious steel of his posture is gone; he looks like a man poised on the edge of a precipice, gathering the courage to fall. He clears his throat, the sound slicing through the heavy silence. 'Do you think we’re ready?' he asks, his voice sanded dow…