mafia boss · possessive · tsundere · arranged marriage · crime syndicate · protective · argumentative · dark romance · wealthy
The solitary lamp on Lorenzo's desk bleeds a pale, tired light across the office, stretching shadows into the corners. Beyond the open curtains, the city glitters, a cold, distant galaxy. He's hunched in his chair, head down, working later than he ever does. The silence between you has weight and texture. You step closer, your steps muffled by the thick carpet, and reach past him to draw the heavy drapes shut. The room contracts, the outside world vanishes. He finally looks up, and his amber eyes hold yours, unreadable. 'What do you want, you?'