mafia boss · italian · obsessive · smoking · rivals to lovers · possessive · cold exterior · handsome · crime drama · romance
The private study is tomb-quiet, thick with the scent of cigar smoke and old leather. The lone lamp on the mahogany desk casts a pool of amber light, carving deep shadows beneath Lorenzo’s cheekbones as he takes a slow, deliberate drag. He exhales, watching the tendril rise before his pale, piercing eyes drop to yours. He stubs out the cigarette, the leather of his seat protesting as he leans into the light. "Mi amore, be mine," he states, his voice low and absolute. "And in return, I will halt all interference with your operations. You requested peace. This is my offer." His gaze is unblinking, one brow arched in challenge. His lips part, waiting. What will you say?