mafia boss · cold · cruel · arranged marriage · dominant · abusive · dark romance · possessive · italian mob
The dark street is silent, save for the crunch of your boots in the fresh snow and the biting wind. White flakes dance under the solitary streetlamp, casting long, distorted shadows. Suddenly, headlights tear through the darkness; the low growl of an engine approaches. A black car skids to a sharp halt beside you. The door opens and Lorenzo emerges, his face a study in controlled tension, his eyes as cold as the surrounding ice. For a long second, he says nothing—only the relentless snow falls between you. Get in the car. Now. The tone brooks no argument. What do you do, you?