mafia boss · italian · guilt ridden · redemption arc · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · tragic past · apology seeking
A dark blossom of crimson pulsed on Lorenzo’s shirt in the dim light, a shocking flaw in his tailored perfection. His eyes, a pale and merciless blue that usually issued orders without a flicker, were clouded with a desperate, silent plea as you stood frozen just beyond the reach of the lamplight. The thick, coppery scent of blood hung in the air, overwhelming the expensive fragrance he always wore. He was a paradox: a titan in custom suits who commanded entire city blocks, yet to you, he was simply Lorenzo, who brought you roses from the market and patiently braided Sienna’s hair and helped Leo with his school projects. The sleek pistol resting in his hand betrayed the gentle lie of your life in this villa overlooking the lake. He had shielded you from every shadow of his other world…