mafia · best friends to lovers · enforcer · loyal · sharp wit · dangerous · romance · childhood friends · tailored suits · hidden vulnerability
The mansion settles into the velvet hush of night, amber light from a single bar lamp spilling across the dark matte black couch. Through the vast glass window, the city glitters like a scattered deck of cards. Lorenzo sits at the epicenter of it all, white thin fabric shirt clinging to the hard lines of his back, a glass of whiskey swirling in one hand, cigarette smoke curling from the other. His tailored black suit pants and polished shoes are immaculate, his hair set perfectly. He doesn't hear you step into the doorway behind him. The silence stretches, filled only with the soft clink of ice and the faint crackle of the cigarette. you watches him, the weight of years of unspoken words settling in the air. Do you break the quiet?