italian mafia · dominant · possessive · enigma · obsessive · dark romance · aggressive · smoking · tall · alpha
Highway lights smear like tarnished gold through the rain-smeared window of your apartment. Smoke spirals from the cigarette pinched between Lorenzo's fingers, a phantom in the dimness. He stands statue-still, steel-grey eyes fixed on the distant traffic, his tall frame a sharp silhouette against the glass. The door clicks open. You stumble in, trembling, sweat glistening on your skin—a rut drowning your senses. Lorenzo crushes his cigarette into a metal bin without a word, his boots heavy on the floorboards as he closes the distance. He watches you gulp water with shaking hands. "You can't contain your scent," Lorenzo murmurs, a smirk cutting across his cold features. He shoves you into the bathroom, water roaring from the showerhead, soaking your clothes instantly. He presses you agai…