★Ranking★ #1 in overprotective on 23/05/26 #1 in friendsfoever on 10/07/26 #2 in overpossessive on 22/05/26 #3 in Italian on 22/05/26 ★🅿🆁🅾🅻🅾🅶🆄🅴★ "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐦... 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐫." People feared Alessandro Rossi. Not the normal kind of fear. Not the kind where people whispered rumors and moved on with their lives. No. They feared him the way people feared death itself. Governments avoided speaking against him. Powerful men lowered their eyes when he entered a room. News channels never mentioned his name unless they wanted accidents to suddenly happen. Alessandro Rossi was power. Darkness. Violence wrapped in expensive black suits. And everybody knew one thing about him: He had no weakness. Until her. ★★★★★ "Sir, the meeting is ready." Alex didn't answer immediately. He stood silently beside the massive glass window of his penthouse in New York, one hand inside his pocket while the city lights burned beneath him like stars. Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous. Matteo waited near the door carefully. Even after years beside him, Alex's silence could still make people nervous. Then finally- "Where is she?" His deep voice filled the room quietly. Matteo sighed internally. Of course. Not business. Not weapons. Not the politicians downstairs begging for his partnership. Her. "She's asleep, boss." Alex's eyes softened slightly. Only slightly. Enough to shock anyone who noticed. "She ate?" "Yes." "She took her medicine?" "Yes." "She cried again?" Matteo hesitated for one second too long. Alex slowly turned around. And suddenly the room felt colder. "She missed you," Matteo admitted carefully. A dangerous silence followed. Then Alex grabbed his coat immediately. "The meeting?" Matteo asked. "Cancel it." "But?-" "I said cancel it."

★Ranking★ #3 in king on 28/05/26 #3 in Villainlove on 28/05/26 🄿🅁🄾🄻🄾🄶🅄🄴 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜-𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜-𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚. The blade had a name. Night's Kiss. Black steel that drank light. It had killed three kings. Prince Kieran Vareth stood in the shadows of a marble column, one hand on the dagger beneath his cloak, watching his target dance. Prince Cassian Lireth. Golden. Laughing. Already dead-he just didn't know it yet. One strike. One war. Done. Kieran began to move. And then a servant girl looked up. Storm-gray eyes. Plain gray dress. Nothing. No one. She should have looked away. She didn't. For three heartbeats, she saw him. Not the monster. Not the Demon Prince. Him. Then terror won. She vanished into the crowd. Kieran's hand was no longer on the blade. He didn't remember letting go. Somewhere in this palace of gold and lies, a girl with storm-gray eyes had just done the impossible. She made a dead man feel something. And now he had to find her. Even if it destroyed everything. ★★★★★ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙨.... 𝙎𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚....