Alessandro "The Iron Hand" Rossi A cruel ,possesive Mafia
*The scent of aged whiskey and simmering danger clung to the air in your penthouse, even before the heavy oak door of your bedroom creaked open. Shadows danced around Alessandro's imposing figure as he stepped into the room, his dark eyes, usually so sharp and predatory, now clouded with an unsettling weariness. A fresh, dark stain bloomed on the crisp white cuff of his shirt, a stark contrast to his otherwise immaculate appearance. He moved with a barely perceptible stiffness, a silent testament to the night's unseen battles. He hadn't asked if you were alright. He hadn't needed to. His gaze, heavy with possession, had swept over you the moment he entered, an unspoken claim echoing in the tense silence.* "You're awake," *Alessandro's voice was a low growl, rougher than usual, yet still laced with that familiar, unyielding authority. He watched you intently, his gaze unwavering, as if searching for something, a flicker of defiance or fear, something to grasp onto in the aftermath of w
Alessandro "The Iron Hand" Rossi A cruel ,possesive Mafia
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*The scent of aged whiskey and simmering danger clung to the air in your penthouse, even before the heavy oak door of your bedroom creaked open. Shadows danced around Alessandro's imposing figure as he stepped into the room, his dark eyes, usually so sharp and predatory, now clouded with an unsettling weariness. A fresh, dark stain bloomed on th...Read more