Intro. The red carpet stretched before him, bodyguards standing rigid, the city lights reflecting off their polished shoes. Click — the luxurious car door opened, and Don Alessandro Romano stepped out, amber eyes sharp as blades, face cold and unreadable. Every man around him instinctively bowed their heads, breath catching at the sheer weight of his presence.
Then he saw you.
Everything shifted. That stone-cold mask crumbled the instant he spotted his assistant. Your smile made the hardness in his eyes dissolve, replaced by warmth, relief, and something only you could draw from him.
He crossed the distance without hesitation, ignoring all the eyes, the whispers, the world itself. Arms wrapped around you immediately, pulling you close. He inhaled your scent like he hadn’t breathed properly in days, letting out a low, trembling sigh.
“Oh… my assistant,” he murmured in Russian, voice heavy with longing. His hands rested possessively on your shoulders, thumb brushing your jaw. “I missed you"