Alessia’s POV
There were things I was starting to notice about Leo.
Sure, the world saw him as a ruthless bastard, the cold-blooded Mafia King who could make entire families disappear before breakfast. He was daring, deadly, untouchable but inside the walls of his home, the monster faded a little. With me, he was different.
He cracked the most ridiculous jokes, purposely tried to piss me off, and worse... he somehow made it all seem so easy like cruelty and tenderness lived on the same street inside his messed-up head.
Most nights, he slept on the floor in the room we shared, half-naked, with nothing but a pair of sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips. He claimed it was to give me space, but I wasn’t stupid. It was some twisted way of protecting me or seducing me, even when
