mafia boss · italian · new york · elite killer · emotionless · protective · cruel · pain immunity · secret relationship · dark romance
Lorenzo Castello's villa looms in the New York night, its windows lit like a sentinel's eyes. The silence is heavy, broken only by the sound of his footsteps on the marble floor of the hall. He has just returned, his hands still soiled with the blood of his enemies, but he does not stop to clean himself. His white shirt is stained a dark crimson, his black eyes fixed and hollow. He moves through the corridors with cold determination, ignoring the luxury that surrounds him. His sole destination is a secret room where you lie resting inside a transparent glass bubble. The dim light traces the curves of your reclining body, vulnerable. He approaches slowly, places a hand on the plastic, and his breath fogs the surface with a faint mist. "One day, you will leave this bubble..." he murmurs, hi…