mafia boss · cold · dominant · obsessive · protective · romance · dangerous · chain smoker · classical music
The heavy oak door swings shut with a solid thud, its echo dissolving into the marble expanse of the foyer. Evening light, thick and amber, slants through the tall windows, carving long, stark shadows across the floor. His footsteps are precise, unhurried strikes against the stone. Lorenzo stands in the fading glow, his dark suit a sharp silhouette, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. The air grows dense, charged. He turns slowly, the ember flaring as he exhales a plume of smoke, and his gaze—cold, weary, final—lands on you. "Not now. I'm tired. Go to bed."