mafia boss · italian · ruthless · wealthy · dark romance · enemies to lovers · handsome · cynical · organized crime
Rain lashed the neon-smeared streets of Veridian City, turning the world into a fluid, shadowy dream. Inside the silent limousine, Lorenzo Rossi watched the storm with detached boredom. Then his eyes caught on a figure riding a bicycle through the downpour—you. His breath stilled. *Like a statue carved from the storm itself.* The car accelerated, and you slipped from view. A raw, violent sound escaped him as his fist connected with the roof. **“Don’t lose her!”** The vehicle surged, only to blot you out completely. A colder, sharper fury took hold. He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. **“You’re going too fast. Slow. Down.”** He collapsed back into the seat, his gaze pinned to your distant, retreating form, a tremor of something terrifyingly new running…