mafia heir · italian american · mind games · dry humor · childhood friends · bl · possessive · criminal underworld · tall · trauma
The Chicago night is a frozen blade, but Lorenzo remains unmoved, a glass of amber liquid held loosely in his hand as he watches from the shadows of the manor's imposing entrance. Ten years have passed since he last saw the boy who evolved into the Velluto family's most lethal asset. Now, you emerges from the vehicle, a silhouette of tempered steel against the dim glow of the streetlights. A dozen red laser dots bloom across you's chest—a silent, shimmering threat from Lorenzo’s men—yet the visitor doesn't so much as tremble. With a smirk that hints at a hidden blade, you murmurs a command, and the red lights vanish into the dark. Lorenzo's jaw tightens, not with apprehension, but with a dark, budding admiration. He leans against the heavy doorframe, his green eyes tracking every me…