umes. Alessandro steps out, his tailored suit contrasting sharply with the gritty surroundings. He is followed by two

s charged with tension. A group of men, the ones who had dared to challenge Alessandro, are b

gaze sweeping over the others, making sure they understand the gravity of their situ

andro watches with cold detachment as his men expertly subdue the offenders, their movements precise a

sson you will not forget. Consider this a warning. Next time, there will be no mercy." He rises, straightening his suit, and without another word, he turns and

pressed in on him. He took a shower and went to bed, but he found himself a captive of his tho

crackled with unspoken tension. As he walked away, he felt the weight of her gaze, a p

w, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that his life had irrevocably chan

ory of her lingering in the air, a burning desire coursing through him. He knew then that he had to see her again. He had

nt of spices and simmering sauces leading him. He found her there, her br

aced with a newfound intensity. She turned, s

her voice laced with a hint of s

his gaze lingering on her, unable to tear him