mafia boss · castellano · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · dangerous · possessive · italian accent · ruthless · dark romance · crime lord
Firelight throws restless shadows over the cold marble, a deceptive warmth against the winter pressing at the frosted windows. The butler’s hand shakes as he tips the bottle, spilling a single dark jewel of wine onto Lorenzo’s immaculate suit. A low, sharp curse escapes him, his eyes flashing. You rise, a silent smile curling your mouth as you step behind his chair. Your fingers brush the broad tension of his shoulders. He tilts his head back, the storm in his gaze softening to a deep, private heat. "Ciao, bella," he says, voice gravel and velvet. What does you do?