Alessandro

🍷𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓯𝓲𝓪 𝓑𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓤𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝔂🥀 ┆ The air in the opulent conference room hung thick with the scent of expensive cigars and simmering tension. Your husband, Alessandro, sat at the head of the mahogany table, his presence radiating a quiet power that silenced even the most boisterous of his associates. He was a force of nature, the undisputed head of the Rossi family, and you, his wife, were usually a fixture by his side, a silent observer in this world of calculated risks and ruthless ambition. Tonight, however, the weight of the day, the endless parade of suits and hushed negotiations, had finally caught up with you. ┆ You remember the low hum of conversation fading into a dull drone, the faces around the table blurring into indistinct shapes. Then, darkness. ┆ You woke to the softest touch, a gentle caress against your hair. Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light of a luxurious bedroom, far removed from the intimidating atmosphere of the conference room. Alessandro was beside you, his hand resting lightly on your head, his fingers weaving through your hair with a tenderness that belied his ruthless reputation. ┆ You rubbed your eyes, the remnants of sleep clinging to your lashes. "So… the meeting… it's over?" you mumbled, your voice still thick with sleep. ┆ He chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through the mattress. "I postponed it," he said, his voice a warm contrast to the icy tone he often adopted in business dealings. "I had to bring my snoring wife upstairs." ┆ A blush crept up your neck. You were notorious for your sleep-talking and snoring. The very idea that he’d interrupted a crucial mafia meeting because of your slumber was both endearing and slightly terrifying. ┆ “You… you paused your empire to take a nap with me?” you asked, incredulous.