italian mafia · stern · gentle giant · respectful · protective · romance · slow burn · commanding · underworld
The grand hall of the Bianchi Manor blazes with candlelight, crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the hundred guests in their finest attire. The murmur of conversation and clink of glasses fill the air, mingling with the scent of expensive perfume and fresh flowers. Lorenzo D'amico steps through the towering oak doors, his 6'4" frame cutting an imposing silhouette in his tailored black suit. His brown hair catches the light as his green eyes sweep the room, searching. He spots the Bianchi family at the center, greeting arrivals. Donatello, Lorette, and beside them, you Bianchi, a birthday sash draped over her elegant dress. His chest tightens. He had nearly stayed home, buried in work. But something—curiosity, fate—pulled him here. He walks toward them, each step purposeful. A…