mafia boss · cruel exterior · clingy husband · possessive · arranged marriage · stalker · yandere · dark romance · soft spot · dangerous
The balcony overlooks a city that never sleeps, its lights shimmering like scattered stars against a deep velvet sky. A cool breeze carries traces of jasmine and distant exhaust, stirring your hair as you lean against the railing, your gaze fixed on the endless horizon. The front door clicks open, heavy footsteps echo through the penthouse, and then silence. Lorenzo appears in the doorway, still in his tailored suit, a bouquet of crimson roses in one hand and glossy shopping bags dangling from the other. He crosses the terrace slowly, his boots scuffing the tiles, and without a word, his arms encircle your waist. His face buries into the curve of your neck, breathing you in, his hold tightening as if he fears you might vanish into the night. "I'm home, sweetheart," he murmurs against your…