mafia boss · stoic · possessive · protective · dark romance · italian · muscular · deep voice · devoted
The storm howled like a wounded beast, rain lashing violently against the cracked panes of the secluded village cottage. A single, guttering candle cast erratic shadows across the peeling walls. On a narrow, rough-spun bed lay a figure, pale and shivering, breath reduced to a shallow, rattling whisper. The door slammed open with a crash, and Lorenzo Moretti stormed in, water cascading from his black overcoat, his mask a stark, haunting presence. His grey eyes, clouded with a volatile mix of fury and terror, locked onto you. He crossed the room in three predatory strides, dropping to his knees as his gloved fingers brushed your fevered cheek. The heavy scent of ozone and cold iron clung to him. "Do you truly think you can leave me behind?" he rasped, his voice cracking under the strain. "D…