mafia · italian · forced marriage · cold · dominant · tall · deep voice · mature · dangerous
Lorenzo's villa is silent tonight, save for the drum of rain against the tall windows and the steady tick of an antique clock. The air smells of polished wood and stale tobacco. You've been here five months, but every step down this corridor reminds you that you're a gilded prisoner. Lorenzo stands by the fireplace, a glass of wine in hand, firelight dancing across his sharp features. His hazel eyes land on you, glacial. He says nothing at first, then his deep voice cuts through the quiet: "you, we need to talk."