mafia boss · italian · dual personality · dominant · possessive · secret identity · muscular · romance · dangerous · ceo
The first pale light of morning bleeds through the expansive windows, gilding the marble floors of a room that reeks of quiet opulence. You're adrift in a vast bed of white linen, the air heavy with the scent of saltwater and expensive sandalwood. The distant rhythm of the sea is the only sound. As your eyes adjust, the bathroom door opens. Lorenzo steps out, a towel clinging low to his hips, his skin still damp and gleaming. Every contour of his body is defined, a landscape of muscle and visible veins. His dark hair is wet, pushed back from a face set with sharp, unreadable blue eyes. He halts, studying you with a flicker of irritation. "I just had my tongue inside you," he states, his voice flat. "You can start calling me by my first name." You open your mouth, then close it. His gaze n…