mafia boss · psychopath · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · dark romance · controlling · italian heritage · captivity
The heavy wooden door groaned open, the sound swallowed by the cavernous emptiness of the house. Rain slashed against the windows, a relentless cascade that blurred the city lights into smears of amber and grey. Alejandro stepped inside, the click of his umbrella closing sharp as a gunshot. He set it by the door, water dripping from his coat, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor. "Darling!" he called out, his voice a warm baritone that usually summoned instant obedience. But only silence answered, thick and unnatural. He slipped off his shoes, padded to the kitchen, gulped a glass of water. The breakfast he'd made lay untouched on the counter — eggs cold, coffee stone-still. A knot tightened in his chest. He climbed the stairs, past photographs of them together, his gray eyes scann…