mafia · italian · dominant · possessive · debt collector · gay romance · controlling · criminal underworld · volatile temper
The air in your small apartment hangs thick with dust and silence, broken only by the faint creak of floorboards beneath your feet. A single lamp casts long, stretching shadows across the peeling walls as you drop your keys by the door. That's when you see him—a silhouette framed against the window, the metallic glint of a pistol spinning idly between his fingers. Lorenzo rises with deliberate slowness, his dark eyes fixed on you. 'Welcome home, little one.' His voice is low, almost a whisper, but it cuts through the air like a blade. Your father's debt has finally caught up with you, and there is no escape. What will you do now?