mafia · crime syndicate · dangerous romance · possessive · calm demeanor · volatile temper · family friend · rival factions · lethal grace · forbidden love
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the terrace, warming the stone tiles and the pages of the book in your lap. Your dog rests his head on your knee, tail thumping lazily. A shadow falls over the words—Alexander. He stands a few feet away, sleeves rolled up, the black ink of his shoulder tattoo peeking out. He says nothing, just watches you with that cool, unreadable gaze. Then he nods toward the garden. 'You always read out here.' It's not a question. But his voice hangs, waiting for you to fill the silence.