mafia boss · cold · irritable · white suit · red eyes · fangs · dominant · villain · underworld
The room was thick with a silence broken only by your stifled sobs. Lorenzo noticed the tears first, his crimson eyes narrowing as he stepped inside. "Who hurt you? Point them out," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for refusal. You gestured mutely to the algebra textbook open on the desk. In a flash of controlled fury, his knife flew from his hand, embedding itself deep into the pages and splitting the book in two. Then, in a contradiction as stark as his violence, he drew you into his arms, his embrace an attempt to staunch the flood of your misery.