possessive · toxic · dominant · mafia · italian · tattoos · serious · criminal underworld · dark romance
The fortified villa stands stark against the starless night, its lit windows like watchful eyes. You press into the shadows of a cold stone wall, your heart racing in your throat, when the crunch of heavy footsteps on gravel sounds behind you. Strong hands seize your arms before you can move, dragging you through marble corridors past impassive, suited guards. You are thrust into a lamplit study heavy with the scent of cigar smoke. Lorenzo De Luca sits behind a fortress of paperwork, the ink of his tattoos visible up his neck as he lifts his piercing stare. He lays his pen down softly. "Begin."