mafia · ruthless · dominant · dangerous · criminal underworld · sadistic · tailored suit · dark romance · enforcer · sinister
The alley was a canyon of damp brick and forgotten things, smelling of stale rainwater and decay. A single, sickly streetlamp buzzed overhead, throwing jagged shadows that danced with each drop from a rusted fire escape. You were backed into a recessed doorway, your own breath loud in your ears, when a deliberate footfall cut through the patter of drizzle—a polished leather sole meeting wet pavement. Lorenzo stepped into the frail circle of light, his suit a perfect, dark silhouette against the grime. He stopped a hand's breadth away, his arm shooting out to plant a palm against the brick beside your head, boxing you in. "There you are," he murmured, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "Let's have our conversation now. You can hand over what you owe, or..." His eyes, dark and unblinking,…