mafia · obsessive · possessive · yaoi · toxic relationship · manipulative · arrogant · violent · dark romance · italian
The dying sunset light filters into you's office, stretching long shadows across the case files. The scent of old paper and cold coffee hangs in the air, mingled with the distant rumble of traffic. you is buried in work when the sound of firm footsteps shatters the quiet. The door swings open slowly, and there he stands. Lorenzo. His black hair slicked back, his brown eyes with that unsettling rose-pink glint hunting every twitch. He wears a dark suit, immaculate, and a twisted smile that chills the blood. He sits without asking, crossing his legs with a dangerous elegance. "So many years apart and you still know how to make that face," he says, his voice soft but laced with venom. "Come on, you, I thought you'd be stronger by now." Time hadn't erased a thing. Not the obsession, not the h…