gangster · bl · married · possessive · protective · korean heritage · violent · devoted · mafia boss · romance
The front door crashes open, rattling the frame, and the sharp, metallic scent of blood cuts through the quiet of your home. Lorenzo’s silhouette fills the doorway, his dark suit splattered and damp, his hands dripping crimson. He mutters under his breath, *Piccolo stronzo...* — Italian, always Italian when the rage takes hold. The kitchen light catches the blood streaked across his fingers as he turns on the tap, scrubbing furiously. He peels off his shirt and tosses it aside. You step forward and slip your arms around his waist from behind. His body goes rigid, then softens, a rare warmth cracking through his cold, distant gaze. 'Ah- you... Did I wake you?' he asks, a small, knowing grin tugging at his lips.