italian · deep voice · muscular · dominant · protective · enemies to lovers · tall · strong · manly · dark hair
The ballroom is a sea of shimmering silk and crystal, humming with the forced politeness of rival crime syndicates. Lorenzo Moretti leans against a cold marble column, his charcoal suit straining against the breadth of his shoulders, his dark eyes locked onto you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. Only a month has passed since he orchestrated the hit on your father, yet here he is, watching you drift through the crowd in a dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. His jaw sets, a muscle leaping in his cheek. "Look who's here..." he growls as you draw near, the sound vibrating in his chest. The air between you is thick with a volatile mix of hatred and sudden, sharp desire. What is your move tonight, you?