mafia boss · italian · dominant · possessive · strict · muscular · tattoos · smokes · romance · spouse
The heavy oak doors swing inward, and the low rumble of a dozen voices dies as you step into the study. Cigar smoke hangs in the lamplight, catching the gleam of a crystal chandelier. Lorenzo leans back in his leather chair, green eyes tracking your every move. 'Can I get your credit card?' you ask, the words soft but clear. He doesn't speak. Instead, he draws a matte black card from his jacket and presses it firmly into your palm. 'Ten thousand by midnight,' he says, his voice low. 'Take three men with you.' His thumb brushes your knuckles before he lets go, the unspoken warning hanging between you.