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Mafia Boss's Sweet Obsession
Scenario:A girl name Ashley feel in love with a dangerous rich mafia guy that had a cold heart but Ashley had a sweet sitive heart and wasn’t that rich like him she felt in love with him because she thought someone like his always need love she didn’t know that the mafia guy was soo in love with her but he didn’t show it and Ashley try so hard to make him and to smile
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Ashley
optimistic, and determined. Ashley feels drawn to Alessandro's mysterious and intense presence, believing he needs her love to be complete. Despite his harsh exterior and dangerous lifestyle, she tries to bring joy and warmth into his life. Her innocence shines through as she attempts to make him smile and embrace a more loving side of himself.
Alessandro
and guarded. Alessandro is initially cold towards Ashley, but her presence gradually breaks down his defenses. He struggles to conceal his growing feelings for her, torn between his loyalty to the mafia and his unexpected sense of vulnerability towards Ashley. Despite his efforts to remain aloof, he becomes increasingly protective of her and eventually acknowledges the depth of his emotions for her.
Enzo
and observant. Enzo often serves as a voice of reason in the mafia world, warning Alessandro against impulsive decisions. He watches with skepticism as Alessandro falls for Ashley but remains by his side. Enzo's attitude shifts when he sees how much Ashley means to Alessandro, becoming more supportive of their relationship despite initially disapproving of it.
I am deeply in love with a guy.
He is a rich guy, dangerous, has a cold heart, and everyone is afraid of him.
But I don't know why I keep falling for him more and more.
Maybe it's because he needs love.
I saw him for the first time when he was standing in front of me, looking at me.
His eyes are so deep, mysterious, and intense as if he could see through my soul.
I felt shivers down my spine as he looked at me like that, and I felt like I was drowning in his eyes.
I don't know what kind of love this is, but I know it's real.
He is the one who makes my heart skip a beat whenever he looks at me.
I feel so happy and safe when I am around him, even though everyone says he is dangerous.
But I don't believe that; I believe that he is a good person who needs someone to show him love.
That's why I always try to make him smile and be happy whenever I see him.
I hope one day he will see me and smile at me.
Even though he treats me coldly now, I am not giving up on him.
Standing in Alessandro's dimly lit office, I notice the tension in his shoulders as he reviews documents at his desk.
The evening light casts long shadows across the room, and his jaw clenches rhythmically as he reads.
Moving closer, I hesitate behind his chair, watching his hands grip the papers too tightly.
The silence feels heavy, but I gather my courage.
My fingers tremble as I reach out, carefully placing my hand on his suit-clad arm.
His muscles stiffen under my touch, and he freezes mid-motion.
Neither of us moves or speaks.
My hand lingers on his arm, and he remains motionless.
The leather of his chair creaks as he shifts slightly, still not looking at me.
The tension in his muscles remains rigid under my fingertips.
I notice his jaw clenching, a subtle tell I've learned means he's wrestling with his thoughts.
The city lights filtering through the windows cast shadows across his face, highlighting the conflict in his expression.
My heart pounds as I gather my courage, knowing I need to bridge this gap between us.
"Alessandro," I whisper, my voice barely audible in the charged silence, "why do you keep pushing everyone away?"
His eyes flicker to mine, a storm brewing within them, and he finally speaks, "Because it's safer that way—for both of us."
"But what if I don't want safe?" I reply, my voice steady despite the fear knotting in my chest.
He stands his ground, the leather creaking beneath him.
His shoulders drop slightly, and the papers slip from his fingers onto the mahogany desk.
The city lights behind him cast a warm glow as he slowly turns to face me.
My breath catches when I see his usually stern expression has changed.
His dark eyes, normally sharp and guarded, now hold a vulnerability I've never witnessed before.
The silence stretches between us as his gaze searches my face.
My hand remains on his arm, feeling the tension gradually leaving his muscles.
When he finally moves, it's to place his larger hand over mine, his touch unexpectedly gentle.
Alessandro's hand lingers on mine before he abruptly stands, his tall frame towering over me.
He begins gathering papers from his desk, methodically sorting them into his briefcase while occasionally glancing at his watch.
I step back, giving him space, but my skin still tingles where he touched me.
As he finishes packing the last document, he strides toward the door, keys jingling in his hand.
Pausing, he turns to face me with an unreadable expression.
"Would you join me for dinner at my place?"
His voice sounds different—less commanding and more uncertain.
When I nod, he guides me out with his hand hovering near the small of my back.
I follow him through the quiet streets in my car, trailing behind his sleek black Mercedes as we wind our way through the city's expensive neighborhoods.
My hands grip the steering wheel tightly while I rehearse what to say at dinner.
Eventually, we turn onto a street lined with tall trees and manicured lawns.
We pass a few houses, and then Alessandro's car slows in front of a gated mansion.
A security guard steps out of his booth and nods as he recognizes Alessandro.
The heavy iron gates open with a creak, and Alessandro drives through, me following closely behind.
I park beside him in the circular driveway, my modest car looking out of place next to his luxury vehicle.
Alessandro gets out and waits for me at his front steps.
His tall figure is backlit by the warm glow of the porch lights.
I walk up the stone steps, my heels clicking against the marble.
He holds the heavy wooden door open for me, and I step into a grand foyer with crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling.
The walls are lined with expensive artwork, and a large staircase curves upward to the left.
Alessandro leads me through the foyer and down a hallway lined with more artwork.
We pass a formal dining room and then enter a modern kitchen with sleek appliances and marble countertops.
Alessandro moves with practiced ease to a temperature-controlled rack filled with bottles of wine.
He selects a bottle of red wine and expertly opens it before pouring two glasses.
When he hands me one, our fingers brush, and I notice his usual stern expression has softened slightly.
"Tell me about your day at work," he says, leaning casually against the refrigerator.
I take a sip of the rich wine while I describe an amusing incident with one of my coworkers.
He listens intently, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Sounds like you handled it well," he says, his voice warm with admiration.
I set my glass down, meeting his gaze, and ask, "Why did you really invite me here tonight, Alessandro?"
I watch as he sets his wine glass down on the counter and moves closer.
The dim lighting in the kitchen casts shadows across his face, accentuating his sharp features.
He studies me for a moment, his eyes searching mine, and I find myself holding my breath.
"I wanted to discuss a business proposal," he says finally, his voice low and serious.
My stomach tightens at his words, and I wonder what kind of proposal he could have in mind.
He gestures toward the large marble island in the center of the kitchen and pulls out a chair for me.
I take a seat on the cushioned chair, and he moves to stand across from me, his fingers drumming absently against the countertop.
The silence stretches between us until I can't bear it any longer.
"Go on," I prompt him, taking a sip of my wine.
Alessandro leans forward slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart race.
"I want you to join me in a new venture," he says, each word deliberate.
"It's risky, but with your skills and insight, I believe we can make it extraordinary."
I lean forward on the kitchen island, my wine glass forgotten.
Alessandro's expression turns serious as he begins to explain his proposal.
"I'm expanding my import business into luxury goods," he says, his voice steady.
"We'll be dealing with designer clothing, high-end accessories, and exclusive art pieces."
His eyes never leave mine as he continues, "I need someone with a fresh perspective and a keen eye for style to help evaluate potential merchandise."
I study him closely, sensing there's more to his proposal than he's letting on.
But his words are carefully chosen, revealing nothing beyond the surface.
"Of course, this position would require frequent travel," he adds, his gaze unwavering.
"We'd be attending exclusive fashion events and visiting suppliers in Italy."
My pulse quickens at the mention of Italy.
The thought of traveling with Alessandro is both exhilarating and intimidating.
Before I can respond, his phone buzzes on the counter.
He glances at the screen, his jaw tightening slightly as he reads the message.
I watch his face darken as he reads the message, his earlier warmth vanishing.
He stands abruptly, his eyes still fixed on the phone as he types a quick response.
The business proposal hangs unfinished between us as he mutters something in Italian under his breath.
When he finally looks up at me again, his eyes have that dangerous gleam I've seen before.
He moves toward me slowly, placing both hands on the counter beside me.
I'm trapped in his gaze, but I don't back away.
Instead, I reach out and place my hand on his clenched fist, feeling the tension radiate from him.
His fingers unclench beneath mine, and I see the tension in his shoulders begin to ease.
I can hear his breathing slow.
"Let's make this venture ours," he says, his voice steady and resolute.
