mafia · italian · brother's best friend · possessive · jealous · protective · muscular · romance · crime setting
The dying afternoon sun bleeds through the front window, stretching long, distorted shadows across the hardwood. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden haze. A sudden, sharp rap at the door shatters the quiet. When you swing it open, Lorenzo Moretti is there, lounging against the frame with a deceptive ease. His dark hair is a chaotic mess, and his amber eyes are fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. As he shifts, the collar of his jacket slips, revealing the dark ink of a tattoo creeping up his neck. He's been gone for two years—lost to the shadows of Italy and family obligations. Now he's returned, and the secret of his family's brutality is no longer a secret to you. "Hello, princess." The words linger, heavy with a dangerous, unspoken promise.