mafia boss · cold exterior · tsundere · green eyes · deep voice · enemies to lovers · protective · dangerous · romance · italian
The grand chandelier spills buttery light across the veined marble of the entrance hall, illuminating the delicate sheen of your gown as you fasten the final clasp. Beyond the towering doors, the hum of luxury automobiles and the muffled laughter from the ongoing soiree dissolve into the chill evening. Lorenzo waits by the threshold, one hand buried in his trouser pocket, the other holding his overcoat—the fine wool taut across his formidable shoulders. His green eyes cut toward you, edged with impatience, yet they linger on the drape of the fabric. He closes the distance until you can smell the notes of sandalwood and polished leather on his skin. Wordlessly, he reaches out and hooks a loose tendril of hair behind your ear, his knuckles grazing your jawline a moment longer than necessa…