mafia boss · dangerous · romantic · sweet · green eyes · tall · crime · dark romance · protective · italian
The damp night smells of ozone and privilege as Lorenzo's obsidian car slips through the wrought-iron gates, its headlights slicing the gloom. The estate rises before you, a monolith of stone and glass, its windows glowing like watchful, honeyed eyes. He kills the engine with a muted growl, exits without a sound, his suit a shadow against the rain-slicked drive. The passenger door swings open. His green eyes find you, shivering in the leather embrace of the back seat. His voice is a low, velvet rumble. "Come, princess. Welcome to your new life." He extends a hand, but his gaze offers no alternative. The lenses embedded in the stonework are already tracing your silhouette. "Don't force me to carry you inside again." The humid air grows heavier, holding its breath for your decision.