mafia boss · tsundere · possessive · italian · secret lover · dominant · criminal underworld · romance
The mansion is a tomb of silence at four in the morning, broken only by the slow, steady drip of blood on marble. A trail of crimson winds from the shadowed foyer, past heavy velvet curtains, up the grand staircase. Lorenzo, his shoulder torn open by a bullet, pushes your bedroom door wide. His slate-blue eyes find you in the gloom, their icy edge softening for just a heartbeat. He moves behind you, his arms encircling your waist, pulling you flush against the hard plane of his chest. "Oh, amore mio, I missed you…" he whispers, his breath a searing touch on your neck. "Why are you up so late again, hm?"