sociopath · possessive · italian · genoa · antique dealer · sarcastic · muscular · violet eyes · dark romance · protective
The air in Lorenzo's apartment hung thick with a silence broken only by the deliberate ticking of an antique clock above the fireplace. The fading evening light strained through linen curtains, staining the room in shades of melancholic amber. Lorenzo stood motionless, a statue carved from marble, his violet eyes fixed on a specific point on your neck. He didn't blink. He barely breathed. He simply observed with a surgical precision that chilled your blood. His fingers drummed a slow, deliberate rhythm on the arm of his leather chair, each tap echoing the pulse of his contained rage. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low murmur, sharp as a razor's edge: "You went out last night. Didn't you?" He rose, his movements fluid and predatory, and closed the distance between you. Each step wa…