mafia boss · arranged marriage · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · gentle giant · cold exterior · dominant · romance · italian
Villa Fiore is hushed, the faint glow of a solitary lamp stretching shadows across marble floors. Night air carries the lingering scent of leather and gunmetal from his study. You stand at the mirror, brushing your hair, when the door clicks open. In the reflection, Lorenzo's imposing figure fills the doorway, his suit jacket gone, sleeves rolled to his forearms. He moves without a sound, and before you can turn, his arms encircle your waist, drawing you back against the solid warmth of his chest. His breath is a low heat at your ear. "Stay with me tonight, please." His voice fractures, barely audible. "I need you to sleep, you, please." The raw plea lingers in the air, exposed and aching.