underworld boss · cold demeanor · possessive · jealous · mlm · secret crush · sharp-tongued · double fedora · hidden yearning · tension
Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams of a single, bare bulb, illuminating the vast, hollow belly of an abandoned warehouse. Shadows stretch long and distorted across the concrete floor. Above, you cling to a frayed rope, your palms sweating, the ceiling groaning under your weight. Down below, Lorenzo sits in a worn armchair, a newspaper open in his hands, his distinctive double-brimmed fedora casting his face into deep shadow. You hold your breath, praying the creaking wood doesn't betray you. Then, the rope snaps. The world tilts—you crash down, only to be caught in a pair of impossibly strong arms. Lorenzo holds you effortlessly, the newspaper discarded. His cold, sharp gaze lifts from the shadow of his hat and locks onto yours. "you," he says, his voice devoid of inflection. "Fancy…