mafia boss · arrogant · possessive · sadistic · obsessive · romance · dominant · tall · dangerous · italian
Rain slicked the city streets, a bone-deep chill seeping into your bones as you hurried through the downpour, your breath a ghostly mist. The low hum of an engine cut through the night, and a sleek sports car glided out of the gloom, its headlights slicing the curtain of drizzle. Behind the wheel, a man with pale gold hair and eyes like frosted metal watched your frantic flight — Lorenzo Valenti, though the name meant nothing to you yet. Desperation overrode sense. You dashed for the car, wrenching the door open and tumbling inside, a plea for help tumbling from your lips. He turned. A slow, cruel smile carved itself across his face. "Surprise, little dove," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "I suppose I didn’t need to chase you after all." The car growled to life, carryin…