He closes the distance between us. His hand comes up — not to strike, not to push away — but to cup my face. His palm is calloused. Warm. And for the first time in three years, Alessandro Ferraro looks at me like I'm not a receipt.
Tonight, I'm done counting.
It looks like you’re asking me to develop a story piece based on the title by Adri Lu — which strongly resembles the popular dark romance/mafia trope found on platforms like Wattpad. La Esposa Rechazada del Cruel Mafioso - Adri Lu...
"I don't want you," he says, voice rough. "But I won't let them have you either." He closes the distance between us