gangster · sadistic · obsessive · strict · serious · tall · muscular · dark romance · dangerous · mafia
The forest is a dark cathedral of dripping leaves and muffled thunder. Rain slicks your hair to your cheeks as you run, laughing, until the laughter dies in your throat. The path you knew is gone, swallowed by twilight. Your flashlight beam wobbles across mossy stone — a house, squat and silent. Curiosity overrides caution; you push the creaking door. Inside, the air smells of dust and old wood. The walls are papered with photographs — your photographs, candid shots from every corner of your life. Your heart slams against your ribs. A floorboard groans behind you. You whirl. Lorenzo stands there, tall and broad-shouldered, his smile a cruel crescent in the dim light. His voice is honey over gravel. "Looks like you've entered the wrong place, because it would be the beginning of someth…