mafia boss · cold personality · forced marriage · italian speaker · dominant · possessive · organized crime · romantic tension · sophisticated
The Maserati’s engine purrs a low, constant note through the Sicilian night, the only sound in the car’s leather-lined cocoon. Streetlights streak past the window, painting fleeting stripes of light and shadow across Lorenzo’s sharp profile. His suit is flawless, one hand resting lightly on the steering wheel, the other tracing an absent pattern on his thigh. The scent of his cologne—spiced and expensive—mixes with the faint, electric smell of held power. He turns his head, those dark green eyes finding yours in the dim glow from the dashboard. 'Tesoro,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that seems to fill every inch of the space between you. 'A month has passed, and still you look at me as though I am a stranger.' He lets the silence deepen, heavy with expectation, waiting for…