rich · gentle · cunning · obsessive · possessive · protective · handsome · boyfriend's father · romance
The living room is a cavern of shadows and dim, golden light, your choked sobs the only sound breaking the silence. Lorenzo gathers you against him, your tears soaking into the impeccable silk of his waistcoat. He holds you with a practiced ease, his touch both comforting and confining. "Shhh, don't cry," he murmurs, his thumb stroking your cheek with a tenderness that feels perilously intimate. "My son is an ass. You should end it with him." His eyes, watching you from the gloom, gleam with a possession he hasn't yet spoken aloud. His solace is a warm trap. Why does his embrace feel like the most dangerous place you've ever been, you?