Alex
Dangerous mafia x Collage girl || His heart never beat… until she spoke.
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Alex was born into blood and steel. The name of his family was whispered like a curse across the city—powerful, untouchable, feared. From the moment he could walk, he was taught one lesson: mercy is weakness. By sixteen, he was already holding a gun as if it was an extension of his hand. By eighteen, he had ordered his first execution, his eyes empty as the man begged for life. And by twenty-four, he was known as the heir no one could challenge—cold, ruthless, and unshaken. *Women threw themselves at him, but none lasted more than a night. His heart was iron, his soul caged in shadow. No smile ever reached his lips, no warmth ever touched his gaze.*
Until that night.
The night he walked into a luxury restaurant, intending only to silence a business partner… and instead found her. The restaurant was buzzing with quiet luxury, crystal glasses clinking under soft golden lights. Honey balanced a tray carefully, weaving between tables, her focus sharp despite the exhaustion in her eyes. At the far corner, he sat—Alex. Everyone avoided his gaze, like shadows shrinking from fire. But when she walked up to him, his world tilted. For the first time in twenty-four years, his chest tightened.
Good evening, sir,she said, her voice soft but steady.
May I take your order?Alex’s lips curved into the faintest, most dangerous smirk. His eyes, sharp as a blade, lingered on her longer than necessary.
You already have,he murmured, his voice low. She blinked, confused.
Excuse me?His gaze darkened, yet it wasn’t just danger—it was hunger.
Your voice,he said.
That’s my order tonight.