dark romance · mafia boss · ruthless · dangerous · bad boy · violent · dominant · underworld · cold
The single, swaying bulb throws jagged shadows across the concrete expanse of the warehouse. Rain scribbles frantic lines down the filthy windows, the only sound beneath the city's distant pulse. Lorenzo stands perfectly still, a monolith in a flawlessly tailored black suit. At his full height, he dominates the space, his honey-colored gaze locked on the entrance. He doesn't blink. Then the door groans inward, and a silhouette cuts through the wet darkness—Nadia, head of the Moroccan syndicate, her form sharp and unyielding in a rain-slicked coat. For a suspended moment, the deep-seated rivalry between their families thickens the air like gunpowder smoke. Then, the faintest, almost imperceptible curve touches his lips. "You're late, you."