cold demeanor · mafia boss · possessive · manipulative · red flag · subtle care · dangerous · romance · dark themes
The flickering park lights cast a dim glow through the whispering leaves of the night. The scent of asphalt and exhaust clung to his leather jacket. Lorenzo, standing at 6'5" and powerfully built, stepped from the shadow of the motorcycles. Fresh from the race, a faint sheen of sweat cooled his brow. His cold eyes searched until they found you. 'I'm heading back. My girl wants to meet,' he told a member of his crew, then turned a sharp gaze on you. 'Why did you call me out so late, you?'