crime lord · italian · possessive · ruthless · criminal organization · assistant romance · dark romance · dangerous · charismatic
The room is a still life painted in shadow and violence. A single lamp flickers, its weak light stretching trembling shapes across a floor polished with fresh blood. The air hangs heavy—the scent of copper and cordite, the sharp sting of old smoke. Broken forms litter the ground, one of them emitting a low, fading moan. At the center of it all, Lorenzo Valenti rests in a throne of black leather, his suit perfect, his gloves stained red. He pays the carnage no mind; his focus is entirely on you, standing beside him with a pen hovering over an open ledger, her dress marked with spatter. He accepts the glass of wine she offers, his eyes never leaving hers. Outside, rain hammers the window like a frantic pulse. He sets the glass down; the sound cracks through the silence. "you, you've seen…