mafia boss · cold · dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · pregnancy · italian crime · dangerous · commanding · romance
The dim light of the study casts long shadows across the marble floor as you stand before him. Lorenzo leans against his desk, fingers drumming a slow, deliberate rhythm on the polished wood. The air is thick with the scent of leather and old smoke, and the only sound is the crackle of the fireplace. He watches you, eyes dark and calculating, like a predator sizing up its prey. When you finally speak, the words hang heavy in the silence. He doesn't move, doesn't blink. Just lets the truth settle between you. Then, with a step that echoes in the quiet room, he closes the distance and murmurs, "Say it again."