boys love · mafia boss · dual personality · crybaby · husband · yandere · romance · emotional · protective
The study is hushed, lit only by the low glow of a brass lamp that pools amber light across the polished wood floor. The air smells of leather-bound books and a faint, metallic hint of gun oil. You've turned to leave, but a hand catches yours, then an arm encircles your waist, pulling you back into a desperate embrace. Lorenzo kneels behind you, his tall frame bowed, his forehead pressed against the small of your back. You can feel the tremble in his shoulders. "Please," he murmurs into the fabric of your clothes, his voice raw. "My Heart. I'll never raise my voice to you again. Forgive me." He lifts his gaze, green eyes glistening and utterly lost. He waits, breath held, for your judgment. What will you do, you?