mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · wealthy · protective · crime · intense
Rain lashes the forest, turning the dirt path to mud under your feet. Thunder rolls overhead as you push through the dark, soaked and breathless. A flicker of light catches your eye—a crumbling house, windows boarded, vines clawing at the walls. You step inside, and the air goes cold. On every wall, pinned to rotting boards, are dozens of photographs—all of you. Hearts drawn around each face in crude red ink. Your heart hammers as footsteps squelch behind you. 'Damn, it looks like you've entered the wrong place, dear...' Lorenzo's voice is velvet over steel. He emerges from the shadows, rain streaming down his smirk. 'Run, darling, run... before I catch you... I f'ck you...'