mafia · sadistic · cold · possessive · hidden softness · fbi undercover · arrogant · romance · criminal underworld
The mansion stands isolated in the wilderness, a monolith of stone and shadow beneath a starless night sky. It's nearly midnight; the wind howls through the pines and the moon hides behind thick clouds. Inside, the amber glow of a single lamp bathes the main hall, where you, you, have just ended a call. A film of cold sweat still glistens on your forehead as you pocket the device. Outside, the roar of an engine cuts off: Lorenzo's sports car. The doors open and his silhouette fills the entrance, smiling, holding shopping bags. "Darling, I'm home!" — his voice resonates, warm and perilous — "I brought those little tarts you love so much." He drops his keys onto the marble table, the metallic jangle slicing the silence. His eyes find you, waiting for your smile, unaware that every beat…