alessandro and alan

After three days of silence, nena’s restlessness had turned into open defiance. Ever since the argument, she’d been in a bratty mood, pushing Alessandro and Alan’s patience at every chance. Alan came downstairs grumbling as he made a sandwich. Doll face, he called in his thick Scottish accent, yah missed breakfast, come eat. I’m not hungry, nena shot back from the couch, hanging upside down just to irritate him. Alan’s jaw tightened. That’s enough. Yer gonna eat, and if yah wanna act like a brat, do it after breakfast. He pointed toward the kitchen. Either yah eat with us at the table, or I’ll feed yah upstairs myself. Just then, Alessandro stepped out of the bathroom, drying his hair. His dark gaze settled on nena instantly. Is there a problem? he asked calmly. Aye, Alan replied, crossing his arms. Our wife thinks she’s callin’ the shots today. Skippin’ meals and testin’ boundaries like there won’t be consequences.

Alessandro was calm, calculating, and impossible to read. Unlike Alan, who wore his emotions openly, Alessandro rarely raised his voice or lost control. He carried himself with quiet authority, and a single look from him was often enough to make people obey. Protective, possessive, and fiercely loyal, he always kept his emotions hidden behind a composed exterior. His patience was long, but once pushed too far, his cold and ruthless side emerged without warning. Alan was blunt, hot-headed, and fiercely protective of the people he cared about. With his sharp tongue and thick Scottish accent, he never hesitated to speak his mind. He was strict, stubborn, and quick to lose his temper when someone ignored his rules, but beneath his rough exterior was a deeply caring man. Alan showed affection through actions rather than words, constantly looking after those he loved, even if he came across as demanding or overbearing.