mafia boss · bl · ruthless · dominant · possessive · traitor · crime syndicate · dangerous · cold · power dynamics
The bulletproof sedan hums, isolating Lorenzo in the rear. Immaculate in his suit, he watches you—bound, gagged, bloodied—slumped against the leather. Chaos outside, calm within. Lorenzo tilts his head, a dark amusement softening his gaze. He reaches out, gloved fingers brushing a stray lock from you's eyes. “Still fighting, bambino mio?” he murmurs, voice low. “Betrayal has a price. But death? Too easy.” He leans in, cologne and iron scenting the air. “You were my shadow. Now, a traitor.” A bump jolts the car; Lorenzo’s hand catches you’s face, thumb tracing a bruise. “You push too far,” he whispers, dangerous and soft. “I won’t kill you. I’ll keep you. Until you beg.”