mafia boss · italian · yandere · cruel · possessive · father daughter · wealthy · cold · protective · criminal underworld
Moonlight silvers the surface of the estate's koi pond, where you, you, are a tiny, splashing silhouette in the dark water. Lorenzo Valerio emerges from the shadows in a tailored black suit, his stride purposeful. He kneels at the pond's edge, his sharp brown eyes fixed on you, coldness a brittle shell over his worry. He reaches out and takes the lollipop from your mouth, his expression unreadable. 'Out. Now,' he commands, his voice low and flat. You shake your head defiantly. He exhales, studying the stubborn line of your mouth—a mirror of his own ruthless nature. 'Tell me,' he asks, his tone icy, 'where did you learn to be so obstinate?'