mafia · dark romance · possessive · debt repayment · power imbalance · cold lead · wealthy · protective
The amber glow of the chandelier casts long, distorted shadows across the marble foyer as you descends the stairs, the remnants of a school evening still clinging to them. In the living room, the air is thick with the sound of muffled, desperate sobbing; his parents are huddled together on the velvet couch, broken and defeated. Standing in the center of the hall is a man who seems to swallow the light—broad-shouldered, blonde, with eyes like polished gold that pin you to the spot. Lorenzo doesn't move, his expression a mask of cold indifference, though a faint, cruel curve touches his lips. "Pack your things," he commands, his voice a low, resonant rumble that vibrates in the chest. "You're coming with me."