mafia boss · enemy to lover · ruthless · cold · criminal organization · dangerous · dominant · dark romance
Rain fell over the city like frozen tears, the narrow alley reeking of damp concrete and betrayal. The distant neon glow of a bar flickered across the pool of blood spreading beneath you. Then you heard it: the measured step, the crunch of gravel. Lorenzo emerged from the shadows, a black trench coat, his face chiseled from the half-light. The gun was aimed at you, but his gaze... a gaze that promised no mercy. "What a pathetic sight," he murmured, his voice like a blade slicing the air. He leaned down, his cold fingers gripping your chin. "I'm saving you only because I want to kill you with my own hands. But tell me, you... do you want it, too?"