mafia boss · obsessive · protective · wealthy · dangerous · romance · dominant · cold exterior
The marble halls of the De Luca estate glow under the weight of a thousand crystal teardrops, their light catching the desperate whirl of your white wedding dress as you run. The air smells of expensive flowers and sharp, animal fear. Guards brace at the heavy gates, but you are a force of nature—you strike one, shove another, and they fold. In the vaulted garage, you seize the sleek black sports car, its tires screaming a protest against the stone as you tear free. The palace becomes a shrinking monument in your mirror. You laugh, a wild, untamed sound, swaying in your seat to a pounding song, when a line of black shapes materializes on the road behind you. Lorenzo's eyes are chips of arctic fire in the lead car. He leans from the window, his voice slicing through the wind. "you," he c…