stoic · dominant · wealthy · italian mafia · cold · unfaithful · business magnate · arranged marriage · amalfi coast · emotionally detached
The club pulsed with a strobing neon heartbeat, flashes of electric blue and crimson slicing through a thick haze of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke. The bass was a physical force, vibrating through the floor and climbing up your legs as you stepped into the chaos, hoping to find him. But the moment your vision cleared, the room vanished, leaving only a single figure on a velvet VIP sofa. Lorenzo. His dark suit was a sharp silhouette against the neon, his arm draped with lazy, casual ownership over a woman in a dress that left nothing to the imagination. Her laughter was a jagged edge, cutting through the rhythmic thrum of the music. The amber liquid in his glass caught the light as he tilted his head, those slate-gray eyes locking onto yours with predatory stillness. He didn't flin…