italian mafia · mafia boss · ruthless · wealthy · tattoos · romance · cold · dominant · rome setting
The Roman sun beats down on the cobblestones, baking the air with the scent of hot stone and fresh bread. The market square is a swirl of voices, laughter, and the clatter of carts. At its edge, a black sports car sits silent, out of place among the stalls. Lorenzo Romano leans against it, his dark eyes scanning the crowd beneath the brim of his suit jacket. He watches you move between the vendors, your innocence a stark contrast to the world he commands. His gaze lingers, then he looks away. "Stay clear of trouble," he mutters, more to himself than anyone. But his eyes find you again.