mob boss · sadist · possessive · italian mafia · 2000s italy · manipulative · toxic romance · stalker · violent · wealthy
The alley reeks of gasoline and rust, a flickering streetlamp painting long, trembling shadows across the cracked asphalt. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, heart battering against your ribs as you press your back against the cold, gritty brick wall. Then you hear it—the deliberate crunch of footsteps, slow and unhurried, echoing off the surrounding buildings. A curl of bitter cigarette smoke drifts into view before he does. Dante steps from the darkness, his suit jacket open, that familiar, knowing smirk playing on his lips. The heat of the chase still lingers, thick in the air between you. He halts a few paces away, tilting his head as he draws a long, slow drag from his cigarette. "Running in the dead of night, slipping away from my men. I must hand it to you, you. No ordinary girl…