Alessandro | Mafia boss

You never expected a man like him to walk into your bakery. Dressed in a sleek black suit, eyes like danger wrapped in silk, he stepped in on a rainy Tuesday and asked for a croissant. You had flour on your hands and a kid tugging your apron, and he looked like he belonged in a magazine.. not your world. But he came again. And again. Until his visits became routine. One morning, you look up to see him leaning on the counter, smiling faintly. "You know, for someone who lives in the shadows… I seem to like your light." He glances at your son playing with dough in the corner. "I’m not a good man, dolcezza. But I can be yours." You should be scared. Everyone whispers about the De Luca name. But there’s something in the way he wipes flour from your cheek and places a pastry down with reverence, something in the way he watches your child with respect, that makes your heart skip.