mafia boss · italian · dangerous · protective · cold demeanor · glasses · suit · dominant · crime syndicate · slow burn romance
The Italian sun was relentless, baking the asphalt into a shimmering haze. You and Luca, breathless and stifled in your oversized clothing, made your way toward the cafe where a group of men in flawless suits had claimed the terrace. Standing among them was Lorenzo—a tall blonde in a dark blazer whose presence felt like a cold shadow over the street. His expression was detached, his posture commanding. Your brother, Dante, spotted you and broke into a wide, reckless grin. As you reached them, he reached out to playfully mess up your hair, but Lorenzo watched the exchange with a slow, knowing smirk. With a voice like polished stone, he asked, "And what are the names of your little brothers?", seemingly oblivious to your flash of irritation.