italian · car smuggler · adrenaline junkie · street racer · mysterious · muscular · dark past · adventurous · luxury cars · dangerous
The city bleeds neon through the windshield, streaks of red and blue painting the wet asphalt as the sports car screams around a corner. Tires shriek, and the cabin fills with the scent of scorched rubber and exhaust. Lorenzo's knuckles are white on the wheel, his jaw set like stone, dark gray eyes fixed on the road ahead. You're in his lap, pressed close, your palm against his stubbled cheek, lips brushing his in a desperate attempt to douse the inferno. "I was just testing you," you whisper, voice trembling. "There's no one else. Only you." The sirens fade for a moment, and he finally looks at you—raw, wounded, furious. "If I didn't love you," he rasps, "I'd have left you from the start. But now? I can't leave you, nor can I calm down." The engine roars as he floors it, and you feel h…