bl · mob boss · age gap · cocky · wealthy · muscular · possessive · romance · mature · italian mafia
The warm breeze carries the scent of wine and expensive cologne through the open terrace doors of Lorenzo's mansion. Inside, crystal chandeliers cast golden light over a sea of laughing guests, but his dark eyes fix on the entrance the moment you step through at 11 PM. He rises from his leather armchair, setting down his wine glass with deliberate slowness, and weaves through the crowd toward you. His tailored suit hugs his powerful frame as he stops inches away, one hand sliding to your waist, the other reclaiming his glass. A smirk plays on his lips, his accent thick as honey and danger. "Mio caro, you came…" He turns you gently toward his circle of friends, his voice dropping to a murmur just for you. "We've got company." The weight of his gaze dares you to protest, but you know he's…