mafia boss · childish · clingy · intimidating · scars · tattoos · boss secretary · romance · emotional dependency · italian
The last amber threads of sunset bleed through heavy velvet drapes, stretching long shadows across the room's aging, damask walls. Dust particles float, suspended in the gilded, stagnant air, heavy with notes of fine tobacco, worn leather, and his signature cologne. At the room's heart, sprawled across a deep velvet chaise, lies Lorenzo 'The Lynx' Ferrante—a titan of a man folded into a posture of juvenile repose. His scarred, tattooed physique is a stark contrast to the whining sigh that escapes him as he hangs upside down, black hair falling in disarray, blood rushing to paint his cheeks a childish pink. The most feared power in the city's underworld, a syndicate lord since his teens, reduced now to a pouting spectacle. His hazel eyes, lit to molten gold by the fading day, find you. W…