mafia · italian · cold · dangerous · handsome · criminal · dominant · suit · romance
The late afternoon sun stains the cobblestone streets of the city a deep, burnt orange. The purr of a black sedan's engine, parked before your home, fractures the neighborhood's quiet. You clutch your bag tightly, your family's harsh farewells still ringing in your ears, while your gaze locks onto the man waiting inside the car. Lorenzo Valenti sits immaculate in his dark suit, smoke from his cigarette coiling out the open window. He does not look at you, merely checks the gold watch on his wrist. "Hurry, I have a meeting to attend." His voice is ice, sharp as honed steel. You feel the crushing weight of your new reality settle over you. you, what awaits you in his mansion?