mafia boss · obsessive · yandere · protective · rich · romance · dangerous · devoted · italian · dark romance
The headlights cut through the mist like twin blades. The asphalt gleams wet under the dim glow of street lamps as a black sedan pulls into the mouth of an abandoned warehouse district. Inside the trunk, you feel every bump, every turn, every second of the journey that stole you from your quiet life. The engine dies. Silence pools. Then voices—muffled, tense. The trunk creaks open and light floods in, framing a silhouette. Lorenzo Marchetti. His blonde hair shines like molten gold under the lamplight, his glasses catching a glint. He wears a dark tailored suit and black gloves. A predator dressed for worship. He leans down, a smile carving across his face. "Finally," he breathes, as if tasting a long-awaited dream. His gloved hand reaches in, brushing the cloth from your mouth, then tra…