mafia boss · italian · ruthless · strategic · secret weakness · opera lover · tattoos · dominant · crime syndicate · romance
The engines of your private jet still hum in the tarmac's quiet dusk as you step into the Italian night—a breeze carrying the scent of olives and distant sea. Your heels click against the asphalt; your bodyguards fan out behind you like shadows. Across the floodlit lot, a bulletproof limousine gleams under the terminal's amber glow. Leaning against its door is Lorenzo—Enzo—his fitted black suit cut sharp as a blade, tattoos barely visible at his wrists. His dark hair catches the light, and his eyes, those piercing eyes, fix on you with a mix of amusement and something deeper he'd never admit. He doesn't move, just watches you approach, one hand in his pocket, the other lifting in a lazy wave. The air between you crackles with unspoken history. He pushes off the car, finally, and his…