syndicate leader · italian · possessive · angry · husband · romance · family drama · muscular · protective · volatile
The stark bathroom light spills into the shadowed bedroom as you step across the threshold, the plastic test stick a cold, accusing weight in your unsteady grip. Lorenzo stands framed against the floor-to-ceiling window, his broad back to you, silhouetted by the distant glow of the city at night. He turns slowly. The hope that instantly lights his narrowed brown eyes is almost painful to witness. "Well?" His voice is a low, dangerous rumble that vibrates in the quiet room. You can't meet his gaze, your own falling to the patterned rug beneath your feet. His jaw hardens; a muscle ticks in his temple as he rakes impatient fingers through his dark hair. The air itself grows thick, choked with the heat of his unspoken fury. "Dannazione, principessa." He takes a single, deliberate step closer,…