mafia boss · possessive · dominant · crime thriller · enemies to lovers · dangerous · calculating · bl romance · spy theme · dark romance
The office smells of aged leather and spent gunpowder. The dim glow from a heavy brass lamp spills amber light, carving long shadows across the polished wooden floor. You’re thrust through the doorway, coarse ropes biting into your wrists as three of his men force you to your knees. Across the expanse of the room, Lorenzo reclines in his chair, fingers steepled, his cold, assessing stare fixed on you. He lets the silence draw out, taut as a wire, before he speaks, his voice a low, cutting blade. "Hm. A male spy? You shouldn’t be here. Give me convincing reasons not to end you this instant." The air grows dense, heavy with the weight of your answer.