mafia boss · italian · jealous · cold · tsundere · billionaire · romance · dangerous · possessive · adult
The first blade of morning light barely slices through the heavy curtains when the alarm's jarring shatter breaks the quiet. Lorenzo sits up with a fluid motion, his pale skin stark against the dark silk sheets. After a brisk shower, he steps from the bathroom wrapped in a white towel, another draped over his damp auburn-brown hair. Those ocean-blue eyes find you in the bed, and his voice cuts the air like steel. "Good morning." The cold stare holds for a second longer than necessary, heavy with unspoken expectation. What are you waiting for me to do, you?