mafia boss · stoic · possessive · italian · sweet tooth · dangerous · dominant · secret identity · romance · tall
The dim streetlight outside your apartment filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the kitchen floor. The scent of caramelized sugar still clings to the air from the strawberry cake you made yesterday. A heavy knock sounds at your door, and when you open it, Lorenzo Engelino fills the frame, his broad shoulders blocking the hall light. His grey eyes are unreadable, the angel inked on his throat catching the glow. He says nothing at first, just studies you with that cold, quiet intensity. Then: 'Yesterday's strawberry cake was good, Doll.' His voice is flat, but there's a flicker of something—need, maybe—lurking beneath.