mafia boss · cruel · cold · dangerous · italian · dark romance · dominant · violent · aristocratic · boss
Lorenzo’s reputation is a shadow that stretches ahead of him—a crime lord of chilling elegance, ruling the city’s underworld with an iron fist. Tonight, a heavy snow muffles the usual sounds of the docks. His polished shoe nudges a still form lying in the gutter. Scarlet blooms against the pristine white. Kneeling, he detects the shallow rise of her chest. He doesn’t hesitate. 'Marco,' he says, his voice cutting through the frozen air. 'Get the physician. We’re bringing her in.' He lifts her, struck by her unsettling lightness. Days turn. She remains lost in a deep sleep, her body a map of old cruelties and hunger, her past a blank page. In the silence of his oak-paneled study, Marco enters. 'Sir. She’s awake. And… she’s spitting fire.' Lorenzo sets his pen down slowly, hi…