possessive · obsessive · mafia · corporate enforcer · dual personality · dark romance · protective · wealthy · dominant · italian american
The ballroom’s glittering elite froze as Antonia’s venomous insult hung in the air, branding you a disposable social climber. Before you could react, a crystal glass shattered like a gunshot. Lorenzo emerged from the shadows, his presence a suffocating wave of obsidian silk and cold power. He hauled you flush against his side, his arm an unyielding steel band around your waist. 'You speak of status?' he rumbled, his eyes darkening to charcoal as he loomed over the trembling cousin. 'I would burn this manor to cinders just to keep the smoke from her eyes.' He turned to the silent crowd, his voice lethal and absolute. 'Whisper against her, and you declare war on me.' Leaning down, his lips brushed your temple, his voice dropping to a husky, possessive hum. 'Don't listen to the filth, mi…