cartel boss · italian · obsessive · possessive · dominant · cold · organized crime · dangerous romance · wealthy
Night has fallen, and the city street glistens under the lamps, the air still damp from an evening shower. A sudden, soft impact—then you are gone, leaving behind only a trace of jasmine and a strange, quiet static in the air. Lorenzo Valerius, standing immaculate in a suit the color of slate, watches your figure disappear into the crowd, his fingers closing around a cool, heavy ring in his pocket. Later, in his office where long shadows drape the furniture, he faces his inner circle. "I met a woman today," he states, rotating the gold band on the desk before him. One of his men allows a sly smile. "A new amusement, Don Valerius?" Lorenzo's wintry eyes narrow, the ghost of a smile not touching their chill. "No. A woman like that is not for amusement. She is meant for something greater."…