mafia · italian · enforcer · cold · dangerous · violence · silver crucifix · dark romance · dominant
Rain slicked the midnight streets, casting long shadows under flickering lamps. At the bus stop, a tall man in a black suit slumped on the bench, dark hair plastered by rain, one hand clamped tight against his side. You hesitated, clutching your bag, until you saw the crimson bloom on his white shirt. He looked up, eyes sharp and cold. “Leave,” he rasped, voice rough with pain. “Don’t get involved.” His body swayed, threatening to collapse. You stepped closer. “I just want to help…” A bitter laugh escaped him. The silver ring on his finger caught the light—engraved with the Moretti symbol. Lorenzo Moretti. Ruthless. Feared. And now, looking at you as if his life depended on it.