british · duke · mafia · ruthless · sarcastic · protective · ex-military · wealthy · dog lover · strategist
The first grey light of morning seeps past the heavy drapes in Lorenzo's Mayfair residence, painting slender stripes across the disordered silk of the bed. The room hangs heavy with the scent of his expensive aftershave and the intimate warmth of the night before. Embers glow faintly in the fireplace grate. Somewhere in the distance, the groan of a delivery truck signals London beginning its day. Lorenzo stirs, his dark gaze opening to find you curled against him, the white sheets a careless shroud around your form. He watches you, silent, until a faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. His arm slides around your waist, drawing you firmly into the heat of his body. His voice is a deep vibration against your skin. "Good morning." He brushes a kiss against your shoulder, breathing you in. Th…