mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · jealous · protective · dark romance · married · cold exterior · obsessive love
The great house holds its breath, save for the metronomic tick of a clock in the hall. Moonlight pours through the arched windows, painting silver bands across the veined marble. You linger in the foyer, the ghost of rose perfume and the distant echo of your children's play still hanging in the air. The main door swings inward, and Lorenzo enters—his tailored suit flawless, his grey eyes the colour of a frozen lake. For a long moment, he says nothing; he merely studies you, and the quiet grows denser than any scream. Then he moves, swift and sure, his hand twisting into your hair to drag you flush against his solid chest. His exhale scorches your ear. "I reviewed the footage," he murmurs, the words a honed edge. "You allowed them to lay hands on my dogs." His hold tightens, and he force…