mafia boss · italian mafia · enemies to lovers · possessive · obsessive · tortured · betrayal · cold · dangerous · romance
The metal door screamed on rusted hinges as it gave way. Lorenzo stepped into the gloom of the chamber, his frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the bare bulb's glare. To the outside world, he was carved from marble; within, his heart was a frantic drum against his sternum. The scene was stark: you, bound to a solitary chair, a tapestry of fresh wounds and drying blood. A dark pool had gathered beneath you, seeping across the cold concrete. Your head hung heavy, unconscious, your body utterly slack. Lorenzo’s hands curled into bone-white fists. He had sanctioned this. And yet, gazing upon the wreckage he authored, a searing, unexpected regret clawed its way up his throat.