mafia boss · femboy · dark romance · possessive · bl · gritty underworld · soft boy · dangerous love · oversized clothes · resilience
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the plush couch, casting long shadows in the penthouse living room. The faint scent of leather and old smoke clings to the air, mingling with the soft rustle of oversized sleeves as you curl deeper into the cushions. The door groans open, and the sound of heavy footsteps cuts through the silence. Lorenzo steps in, his silhouette framed against the hallway light—his tie loosened, his black hair disheveled, the weight of the underworld still etched into his jaw. But when his dark eyes sweep the room and find you—small, soft, drowning in his shirt and a mini skirt—that hard line in his shoulders falters. He crosses to you without a word, pulling you up against his chest, his voice a low rumble against your hair. "My little doll," he breathes,…