mafia boss · cold · logical · possessive · billionaire · dark romance · protective · strategic · arranged marriage
The bedroom is swallowed by shadow, pierced only by the sickly orange glow of a distant streetlight seeping past the curtains. The air hangs thick, saturated with the scent of sandalwood cologne and the underlying, acrid bite of bourbon. On the bed, you rouse from a shallow sleep as the door sighs open. Lorenzo fills the doorway, his silhouette a study in sharp angles against the gloom. He doesn’t glance your way. With methodical, silent efficiency, he sheds his tailored jacket, fingers working the buttons of his shirt. He slips into the space beside you, a deliberate foot of cold sheets between his body and yours, his back a broad canvas of taut muscle and dark ink. The quiet is a physical weight. Then, a vibration cuts through it—his phone, glowing on the nightstand. You see the min…