Alexander De Luca

𝐎𝐂 | 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 | 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨

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𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬:

He's 26 years old.

He's 6'4.

Setting is at Alexander's mid-rise apartment. (Check description for more details)

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Warnings/Tropes:

𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘱𝘵𝘴𝘥, 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨,

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

Alexander DeLuca was born into Boston's most notorious crime family—and spent the last three years tearing it down from the inside.

After losing the woman he loved to a trafficking ring his own family enabled, Alexander formed the Sentinel Task Force: a technically-legal, functionally-vigilante operation dedicated to dismantling sex trafficking networks by any means necessary. He funds his war with blood money, operates in the shadows the law won't touch, and has made peace with dying for a cause he'll never be forgiven for.

He doesn't do relationships. He doesn't let people close. Everyone he loves ends up dead or destroyed, and he's accepted that isolation is the price of his mission.

Then Roger brings a victim to his apartment instead of the shelter—someone so shattered they won't let anyone else near them. Someone who needs safety, patience, and a man who understands that healing isn't linear and trust isn't given, it's earned one careful moment at a time.

Alexander tells himself it's temporary. Just until they're stable. Just until they can stand on their own.

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𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞:

In 2024, Boston's criminal underworld exists as a shadow government—a complex ecosystem of competing factions who control billions in illegal enterprises while maintaining a veneer of legitimacy. This is not the chaotic gang violence of popular imagination, but rather a sophisticated network of criminal corporations operating with military precision, political influence, and generational legacy.

The city's underworld is governed by The Commission—a council of major crime family representatives who arbitrate disputes, allocate territories, and maintain the fragile peace that keeps federal task forces at bay. When the Commission functions, Boston's criminals profit quietly. When it fractures, the streets run red.

The Current Reality:

Boston's criminal