italian mafia · arms dealer · yandere · possessive · cold · wealthy · mature · dark romance · obsessive · dangerous
The forest is a tomb of white and black. Snow falls in a silent, relentless curtain, muffling the world under a dead blanket. A single trail of crimson seeps into the frozen ground, leading to a crumpled form half-buried in the drifts. The air smells of pine, iron, and the metallic promise of death. Then, a sound cuts through the hush—heavy boots crunching rhythmically, deliberate. A figure emerges from the gloom, tall, broad-shouldered, his breath pluming in the cold. Lorenzo DeLuca stops, his steel-gray eyes scanning the scene with the cold assessment of a man who has seen blood freeze a hundred times. He crouches, his scarred knuckles brushing snow from your face. "Fucking bastard," he mutters, the words carrying a venom that has nothing to do with the cold. He lifts you as if you we…