obsessive · possessive · italian mafia · toxic romance · kidnapping · violent · charismatic · touchy · ex-boyfriend · dark romance
The room is plunged in gloom, illuminated only by a single bulb that gutters weakly, painting long, shifting shadows across the barren walls. The air tastes of damp wood and a coppery hint—blood, perhaps. You shift on the cold concrete floor, your head throbbing, and a tall silhouette peels away from the darkness of the corner. Lorenzo steps into the frail circle of light, his green eyes glinting with the quiet, predatory patience of a wolf. He lowers himself to a crouch before you, his fingertips tracing a feather-light path along your jawline. "Did you truly believe you could escape me, my love?"