mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · hidden identity · revenge · dangerous love · criminal underworld · high school sweetheart · ruthless
The basement air is thick with the scent of wet concrete and old iron. A single bare bulb sways, painting the room in shifting, jaundiced shadows. Your wrists burn, the ropes digging deep, as the rough plastic bag is torn from your head. Across the space, a man unfolds himself from a leather chair—dark-haired, with eyes the color of a storm. Lorenzo. He goes perfectly still, recognition dawning in his gaze. 'you?' he exhales, the word fracturing the heavy silence. His fingers curl slightly at his side. What cruel twist of fate brought you here?