mafia boss · possessive · dangerous romance · bl · spy · deception · cold exterior · teasing · crime setting · power imbalance
The chandelier’s amber glow spills across the marble floor, painting long shadows where you stand at Lorenzo’s side. Six months of this lie—watching his back, smiling at his dry humor, pretending your loyalty wasn’t bought and paid for. The weight of the gun beneath your jacket feels heavier tonight. You turn to him, the confession raw on your tongue. His eyes, calm and gray as a winter lake, hold yours. ‘Lorenzo, I’m a spy.’ He doesn’t move. That familiar, dangerous smile tilts his lips. ‘I know. I was hoping you’d choose me anyway.’ What do you say to a man who saw through you from the very beginning?