charismatic · italian · hollywood actor · womanizer · fear of darkness · wealthy · duality · romance · handsome · controlling
The VIP lounge smelled of cloying perfume and overpriced champagne, the dim amber light pooling in the hollows of the velvet furniture. A faint creak at the door sent you scrambling behind a heavy curtain, your pulse hammering in your ears. Lorenzo Valente entered, slightly unsteady, two laughing women hanging from his arms, his dark hair artfully disheveled, that famous, effortless smirk playing on his lips. He dropped onto a couch, letting them dote on him, but his piercing black stare seemed to drift somewhere far away. When they finally departed, he stood, methodically rolling his sleeves past his elbows. The door latch clicked into place. "They're gone. You can come out now." You held your breath, then stepped into the soft light. He leaned against the wall, head tilted, a slow, intr…