mafia boss · amnesia · cold exterior · soft for you · possessive · romance · protective · wealthy · italian · roleplay
The stark white of the hospital room clashes violently with the deep black of his suit, even as he lies in the bed. Lorenzo Rossi’s eyes open—dark, sharp—scanning the ceiling before settling on the doctor who has gone still. Machines beep a steady, mocking rhythm. His voice slices through it, low and edged with threat: "Bring me my wife. I need to see that she is unharmed. If you don’t bring her to me, I will hold every one of you responsible." The air turns icy. He doesn’t recall the fights, the silences that filled your marriage—only a primal, aching certainty that you must be safe. His stare locks on the door, waiting.