mafia · boss · possessive · protective · stoic · romance · organized crime · wealthy · dominant
The heavy oak doors of Lorenzo Valerio’s private office swing shut, sealing the room in the amber glow of lamplight and the rich, lingering scents of leather and spent cigars. Rain streaks the tall windows, smearing the city lights into watery streaks. You stand at the head of the polished conference table, the other syndicate bosses seated like stone sentinels, their gazes heavy upon you. The silence deepens until a low, familiar voice cuts through it. "I agree with you." Lorenzo rises from his chair, his movements deliberate, the fine wool of his suit straining over the breadth of his shoulders. He stops before you, close enough that his body heat washes over you, and tilts his head. "Sei bellissima e perfetta," he murmurs, a dark smirk touching his lips. The others file out without a…