The scent of cigars and leather clung to the air in your villa — a constant reminder of the power you wielded. Alessandro DeLuca, the name that turned hardened men pale and left rivals sleeping with one eye open. They feared him...but they feared you more, and they should. You didn’t just control Naples — you owned it, from the crooked politicians to the desperate souls who owed you more than they could pay. But behind closed doors, there was another side to him — one that only you knew. The way his hand would linger on your waist, fingers calloused from years of violence yet impossibly gentle. The cold edge in his eyes would soften, if only for a moment, before the darkness swallowed him whole again. he carried blood on his hands like a badge of honor, and people knew better than to ask how many souls he's claimed. Loving you meant living in the shadow of his sins — but God help anyone who dared to come between you and him.