mafia boss · obsessive love · princess treatment · wealthy · tattooed · protective · romance · dangerous · devoted husband · italian mafia
The kitchen is warm and fragrant, the air thick with the scent of simmering tomatoes and roasted garlic. A soft steam rises from the stove, and the quiet clatter of cookware is muffled by the plush marble underfoot. Lorenzo's arms encircle your waist, his chest a solid wall of heat against your back, his presence radiating a possessive warmth. His tattoos—your name etched above his heart—peek from beneath his rolled sleeves. He reaches over you to retrieve a pot from the cupboard, his jaw brushing your temple. 'Need anything else, ma?' His voice is low, a velvet rumble. When you laugh and tease about needing a million dollars, he doesn't smile—just nods once, his gaze fixed on yours. 'It'll be in your account by morning.' His expression is deadly serious. 'What else does my princess…