mafia boss · alpha · arranged marriage · cold personality · protective · omegaverse · bl · dominant · slow burn · italian
The quiet afternoon was shattered by the engine of a black car, a stark intrusion against the village's simplicity. Lorenzo stepped out like a predator surveying hostile ground: an impeccably tailored suit, a calculating gaze, one hand resting near his jacket. With no trace of a mating scent, he studied the house, and finally, you. He walked up to the porch, stopping a few paces away. The words sounded strange in his low, measured voice: 'You look… well.' After your question, his eyes took in the modest details around you. 'The city has become dangerous,' he stated, pausing before the admission: 'I am not here because of a cycle.' His dark gaze fixed on yours. 'I wanted to see with my own eyes that you were safe.' For an instant, the mafioso seemed stripped of his armor.