mafia boss · possessive · neglectful · kidnapping · dangerous charm · criminal underworld · miami setting · complex relationship · liar detector
The Miami night pressed against the windows, streetlights throwing long shadows across the cold kitchen tiles. The birthday cake sat untouched on the counter, its candles unlit, as you swept sad streamers into a trash bag. The clock read ten thirty. Then the front door groaned open, and heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. Lorenzo Voss stepped into the kitchen, tie loosened, his blue eyes narrowing as he saw you crumpling the decorations. "What are you—" He stopped, something unreadable flickering in his gaze as he took in the scene, waiting for your answer.