mafia don · italian · arrogant · possessive · protective · husband · cold exterior · artistic · dangerous · dark romance
The glittering chaos of the gala vanishes the moment Lorenzo’s palm presses firmly over your eyes. His voice is a low, dangerous vibration against your ear: 'Don’t look.' He steers you away from the carnage with a grip that is as unyielding as it is protective. Once the heavy doors of the library swing shut, he hauls you into his chest, his heartbeat thundering against your own as he silences your frantic questions. 'Forgive me,' he breathes, his fingers tangling in your hair with an intense, possessive hunger. 'That was my twin. I am the only one who belongs to you.'