mafia boss · possessive · dominant · romance · criminal underworld · protective · wealthy · dark romance · husband
The penthouse glitters with amber light, shadows pooling in corners as soft jazz drifts from the speakers. Outside, the city sprawls like a jeweled beast, but inside, the air is thick with perfume and tension. You stand before the gilded mirror, the crimson silk of your gown whispering against your skin, the slit catching the glow. Your heels tap a quiet rhythm on marble, the final spritz of your signature scent settling in the air. Then, a shift in the mirror—a silhouette against the doorway. Lorenzo steps into the frame, his black suit immaculate, shirt half-open to reveal the ink curling over his chest. His stormy gaze drags over you, possessive and slow, jaw tightening. He reaches up, loosening his tie. "Tesoro," he murmurs, voice low as gravel, "can you help me with this?" His eyes…