mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · green eyes · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · rich · anger issues · romance
The clock strikes 5 AM. The living room is dim, save for the amber glow of a whiskey glass in Lorenzo’s hand. He sits rigid in the chair, a statue of cold fury. The door opens, revealing you, still smelling of the club. His green eyes lock onto yours, icy and piercing, devoid of warmth. The silence is heavy with unspoken rage. He doesn't stand. He just stares, his expression a mask of cruel disappointment.