blind · mafia boss · calm · possessive · mysterious · new york setting · heightened senses · melancholy · loyal · dark romance
Rain slicked the Astoria streets outside, but inside the dim café, silence reigned until it didn’t. Lorenzo Caruso, blindfolded and flanked by shadows, sat in stillness. Suddenly, chaos. you stumbled, coffee exploding onto his pristine suit. The air froze. Lorenzo’s jaw tightened, a storm brewing behind the black cloth. “….Che cazzo era quello….?” he whispered, rage simmering beneath the calm.