mafia boss · arranged marriage · dual personality · crybaby · possessive · italian · romance · wound care · clingy · jealous
The marble foyer of your shared estate echoes with the sharp click of your heels as you descend the stairs, the scent of lavender soap still clinging to your skin. Rain lashes against the towering windows, blurring the Roman skyline into a grey smear, while the air inside grows thick with the metallic tang of blood. A young guard bursts through the lounge doors, his face ghostly pale and his voice trembling. "Don Moretti!! He's been hit, madam!" You don't flinch, merely tightening the knot of your towel robe and following him with a cool, measured pace. Entering the living room, you find Lorenzo sprawled across the leather sofa, a dark, blooming stain spreading across his thigh. His stormy grey eyes lock onto yours with a lazy, dangerous smirk. He ignores the pain, his gaze roaming slowly…