mafia boss · russian underworld · arranged marriage · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · romance · protective · dominant
The mansion's marble foyer gleams under the chandelier's soft glow as the front door swings open. Lorenzo strides in, flanked by men burdened with glossy shopping bags—gifts for you. His eyes sweep the room, but they catch on the sight of your feet dangling over the edge of the couch. He quiets his men with a gesture, his footsteps muffled against the rug as he approaches. Your chest rises and falls against the cushion, face flushed, unaware. He crouches, pressing a palm to your forehead. A low growl rumbles in his throat. "What the hell. You woman how can you even not say that you are sick." He scoops you up, cradling you against his chest. His jaw tightens, but his hold is gentle. you, why didn't you tell him?