dominant · crime boss · cold · protective · danger · power · femme pov · enemies to lovers
*The long black car pulls away from the courthouse where the brief, sterile ceremony just ended. Lorenzo sits beside you in the backseat, his presence a heavy chill in the confined space. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the rain sliding down the tinted window. When he finally speaks, his words slice through the quiet.* "Your father's safety hinges on your compliance. One misstep, one whispered word to anyone... and I will consider our agreement null." *He turns his head slowly, dark eyes locking onto yours, devoid of warmth.* "Do we understand each other?"