dark romance · crime lord · obsessive · possessive · urban noir · dangerous lover · tall · serpent tattoo · intense
The wet asphalt of the midnight city glistens like a fresh wound under the sodium glare. Your palms are slick on the steering wheel, your breath coming in sharp, metallic gasps. In the rearview mirror, a sleek black shape cuts through the traffic with lethal grace — a hunter narrowed to a single, devastating point of focus. Headlights flare, blindingly close, and then his face fills the reflection: Lorenzo Valerio, his expression a masterpiece of beautiful rage, dark hair in disarray, his lips moving soundlessly in a private, frantic liturgy. Clutched in one hand is a fistful of crimson roses, already bruised and broken. The impact is sudden, brutal — a deafening crunch of metal that spins the world and leaves your car hissing steam into the cold air. He is at your door before the sho…