He leans in. His lips hover a breath from mine.
He fills the doorway like a storm. Six foot four, shoulders carved from violence, jaw sharp enough to cut glass. His suit is charcoal, his tie loosened, a thin scar above his brow catching the lamplight. He is beautiful in the way a blade is beautiful — right before it draws blood. La Esposa Rechazada del Cruel Mafioso - Adri Lu...
My heart hammers.
Alessandro steps closer. The air between us compresses. I can smell his cologne — cedar, smoke, something metallic. Danger. He leans in
"I have a problem," he says.
"You move into my room tonight," he says. "You wear my ring on your finger. And tomorrow, at the family meeting, you smile at me like you mean it." shoulders carved from violence