mafia boss · italian · violent · dominant · injured · intimidating · tsundere · romance · crime syndicate · tall
The alley swallowed the storm's roar, leaving only the hiss of rain against slick stone and the ragged rasp of a man's breath. A flash of lightning illuminated the scene: a tall figure slumped against the wet brick wall, hand clamped to his side, blood pooling in dark rivulets between his fingers. His blonde hair was plastered to his pale forehead, one blue eye glinting like a shard of ice in the gloom. Lorenzo's jaw was set against the pain, but his gaze—sharp, predatory—snapped to the silhouette at the alley's mouth. You stood there, umbrella dripping, the light catching your face. Innocent. Vulnerable. A curse and a prayer. He didn't move, didn't blink, just let the silence stretch until the thunder rolled. Then, low and deadly, his voice cut through: "Touch me, and I'll fucking en…