Welcome to my chat story. It's an experimental chart story. Nothing is related to real life it's all a work of fiction. It's a BL Alexander Moretti is the top. Leonardo Rossi, also referred to as Leo, is the bottom. '' 'This sign indicates that the character is thinking in his/her head.' "" "This sign indicates that the character is immersing himself/herself into a conversation." ** *This sign indicates the motion/action that is taking place either by the character. Additionally, it can be used for other things as well.* ABC Continued usage of capital letters can be used to show that the character is screaming.

The shimmering stars sparkled in the moonless night.

The hushed tapping of footsteps was echoing through the forest. Accompanied by the sound of heavy breathing and panting. A young man was running frantically as if trying to escape the reality itself.

While running, he lost his balance and fell on the ground after tripping over an outer root of a tree.

Leonardo mumbled to himself as he slowly stood up on his wobbly legs. Ignoring the pain in his sprained foot, he started running again. He was running as fast as he could, his steps almost desperate, further accentuated by his laborious breathing.

He could hear the loud thuds of footsteps behind him. The sound resonated through the forest, making him shudder from fear.

While running, he continuously looked over his shoulder. He could not see anyone in the dark, but Leo could clearly hear the loud thuds from behind, making him run faster.

While he was immersed in his thoughts, a dried twig cracked beneath him, piercing his bare foot. Leo winced in pain but kept running as blood trickled down his foot, and he began to limp.

He was panting heavily, and small beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. Because he was limping and continuously looking behind, he bumped into a tree trunk and fell down with a loud thud.

Leo winced in pain, but his eyes quickly widened in fear when he saw the intimidating shadow looming over him. Leo slowly looked up, only to see a tall figure towering over him, his angry eyes roaming over Leo as if he was inspecting a prey.

When their eyes met, Leo's breath hitched as he tried to crawl back. A pathetic attempt of escape, while looking up at the figure in front of him with fearful eyes.

Suddenly, a harsh tug on his scalp stopped him, making him wince in pain. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to stop his tears from escaping his eyes.

Hearing the sharp accusing tone of Alexander, Leo flinched badly in fright and tried to crawl back only for Alexander to tug on Leo's hair sharply to keep him firmly in place.

Saying that, Alexander stood up sharply and held Leo's wrist in a bruising grip and started dragging him with him. The painful grip left no way to escape.

Leo tried hard to struggle and free himself, but his every effort was futile against Alexander's iron tight grip on his wrist. Leonardo gathered all his courage and shouted at the older male in protest.

The dark night made the already forbidding scene look like a beast on a hunt for his prey. A constant testament of the power imbalance between Alexander and Leonardo.

Leo's pleading made Alexander halt in his way, but his grip on Leo's wrist never loosened. Alexander turned back facing Leo, making him tremble in fear. Leo instantly looked down, not wanting to look in Alexander's rage filled eyes.

Hearing the sharp tone, Leo couldn't help but nod while crying.

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Content warnings ⚠️

Violence

Kidnapping

Murder

Self-harm, suicide, or suicidal thoughts.

Sexual violence

Hate speech

Misunderstandings

Stalking or harassment

Violence towards animals

Abuse

Drug/alcohol/abuse/addiction

Extremely dumb and arrogant ML...

Late or irregular updates depending on my mood.

If you are sensitive, then this is not for you.

Everything is imagination it has nothing to do with reality.

Thank you

Bye

Alexander Moretti...

The sun is setting on the horizon. The vibrant hues blended seamlessly as the sky melted into a sea of gold. Soon, the black clouds swallowed the light, preluding a stormy night with rain and thunder. The captivating atmosphere is enhanced by the breeze that dances through the rustling leaves like a symphony of nature.

A black limousine drew up in front of an opulent mansion, followed by more black cars encircling it from all four sides, indicating that whoever was inside was an influential figure.

The door of the black limousine was opened by the chauffeur, revealing a man dressed in a three-piece suit with sharp features. His piercing eyes held a menacing aura.

Just as he stepped outside the car, he was immediately swarmed by the reporters. There were camera flashes and unlimited questions from the media.

Reporter 1: "Mr Moretti, can you tell us something about your recent collaboration?"

Reporter 2: "Mr Moretti, what would you like to say about your new successful projects?"

Reporter 3: "Mr. Moretti, are your dating rumors all true?"

Reporter 4: "Mr Moretti, please answer!"

The bodyguards were quick to line up and make way for Alexander, making sure the reporters didn't hinder his way.

He moved forward towards the mansion. With every step he took, his smile faded away, replaced with a sly smirk.

Soon, he reached the party hall. A lot of people were present there. Some were businessmen, and some were mafia.

Every person present their had a facade. The polite smiles hid the most ugly intentions behind. All the people inside had one thing in common their greed for power and money.

Alexander radiated the energy of a ruler. Every person who came across him greeted him or bowed in front of him. Why wouldn't they? He was the head of the most powerful mafia family. But in public, he was just a successful businessman, one of his many carefully crafted masks.

He was self-aware of the power he held. He belongs to one of the most influential Mafia families, but he alone has expanded the family business to great heights. Anyone who would try to get in his way would either be silenced with force or money.

In the underworld, everyone is afraid to mess up with him. He was widely known for having no mercy.

The government is ruled by him. The media works under him. He believes there is nothing in this world that he can't have. He can either buy it or snatch it with force cause that's the only language he understands. The language of power.

Alexander went straight inside an opulent room that was guarded by two armed men. Inside sat a man waiting for him while sipping on his wine.

Without saying anything, he lazily sat near Marco and picked a glass of red wine.

Alexander asked in his usual cold tone as his expressions slowly darkened under the bright lightning of the room.

Marco replied in a similar tone while sipping on his wine with a sinister smirk on his face. His legs crossed one hand, held the wine glass, and the other lazily rested on the arm rest.

Alexander's mafia was spread throughout Europe. The government works under him, they are all his men. He was untouchable.

There is nothing he can't get. He has connections all over around the globe, but his main territory is Europe. If he fixed his attention on something or someone, he would either have it or destroy it. Since those are the only two highlighted words in his dictionary.

According to him, everything in this world can be bought by money, and he has plenty to spare.

While Alexander was sipping on his wine, he looked like he was pondering, which was not unnoticed by Marco.

Marco instantly knew where this was getting to. He was too used to it by now. Alexander had an intense obsessive streak. Just like a child, who gets bored with his old toys and instantly gets obsessed with his new toys.

Alexander lazily swirled wine in the glass before replying.

Alexander stopped swirling the wine and looked up from his glass, and glared at Marco. A chilling glare that made Marco shut up as he realized Alexander was not joking.

Flashback to when Alexander was in England.

Alexander was in his car going to attend his meeting with a client. He was immersed in his phone. Scrolling through his emails. When the car stopped at the red light, he looked up briefly but paused when a certain someone caught his eye.

All of this was being witnessed by Alexander. He was looking at Leonardo with an almost obsessive glint in his eyes.

As soon as he was about to get off from his car to go to Leonardo. The light turned green, and his driver drove off.

However, by the time the driver took a U-turn, Leonardo and Andrea were already gone.

Back to present

To be continued

On the other side

Leonardo Rossi

Laura screamed from the kitchen, her eyes fixed on her dish as she cooked.

Before Lorenzo could reply, Laura interrupted loudly.

Soon after Leo set the table, Laura served the food for the three of them, and they started eating their dinner.

The next day, it was their flight to Italy. After reaching to italy, Lorenzo booked a taxi to their new home, and it was beautiful. Leonardo got busy helping his parents unpack. Tomorrow would be the weekend, and from Monday, he would start going to his new university. Over the weekend, Leo just helped his mom unpack and familiarized himself with his new surroundings.

On Monday

In his university

Because of Leonardo's friendly and outgoing nature, he managed to make a nice bunch of friends, especially Antonio.

Unaware that this friendship will only bring haplessness to him.

Leo's first day in the university was quite pleasant.

After a week

He was in his room when he heard a familiar sound from downstairs.

Leo was quite happy with Andrea being there since he was his only true best friend. They were childhood friends and neighbors. Even his parents were happy with Andrea coming all the way from England to Italy to study with thier son.

The next day, Leo and Andrea went to university together. They were both happy to continue their university life together. After a week of Leonardo not being in England with Andrea.

Antonio went away, taking the keys.

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At night

In a nightclub

The club was fully crowded. There was loud music, and people were dancing and shaking their head like crazy. The smell of alcohol was everywhere.

If someone were to look from above, it looked like a bunch of ants crawling on the dance floor, locked in a compact jar.

Antonio was sitting on a stool near the bar drinking like there was no tomorrow.

When he was about to drink his 8th shot of whiskey, he got interrupted by a tap on his shoulder, accompanied by a honey dripping voice.

He looked up to see who it was, to only find his girlfriend. Who was looking exhausted because of dancing like crazy.

When they drove off from the club, it was raining.

Then suddenly it started raining heavily, due to which the main road was blocked.

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There were no streetlights in the narrow road

Due to heavy rain, it was hard to see, and Antonio was drunk. He was speeding his car to reach the destination faster.

She held the steering wheel, thinking it was his hand, and accidentally spinned it a little, which caused the car to get unbalanced and-

thud

Antonio's forehead hit against the steering wheel, and a drop of blood trickled down his forehead.

To be continued