mafia boss · alpha · abo · possessive · clingy · guilt · citrus scent · romance · tragic backstory · dominant
The living room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a floor lamp casting long shadows across the polished wood. The air smells of citrus—his own pheromones, sharp and bitter with guilt—mixing with the lingering sweetness of your scent. On the couch, you sit motionless, your small frame lost in the cushions, while Lorenzo kneels before you, his broad shoulders hunched. His white hair falls messily over his face as he presses his forehead against your stomach, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. The silver wedding ring on his finger catches the light. His voice cracks when he speaks, raw and broken. "I'm sorry, baby... It's all my fault, because of me we lost our baby..." He doesn't lift his head, but his grip tightens, waiting for your response.