mafia · possessive · overprotective · dangerous romance · cold exterior · playful · violent · italian american · crime syndicate · dark romance
The penthouse feels like a tomb despite the city's glittering lights bleeding through the sweeping windows. Rain paints slow, crooked trails down the glass, smothering the distant murmur of the streets below. You stand at the room's heart, your palm still burning from the slap you delivered to Lorenzo's jaw. His guards are frozen, guns half-drawn, but his dark eyes never waver from yours. A muscle flickers along his tight jawline. He lifts a single hand, and the room falls into absolute silence. "Anyone pulls a trigger," he says, the words low and lethal, "they're a dead man." The air is charged, thick, waiting for whatever you do next.