mafia don · cold exterior · protective · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · vulnerable · post-trauma · intense · rescue
The warehouse is a cathedral of silence and settling dust, but Lorenzo's focus has tunneled down to one still point: you. Slumped against the cold wall, bound and motionless, you are a punch to his gut he never saw coming. "No." The word is a raw scrape of sound. He's on his knees beside you in an instant, his hand cradling your jaw, forcing your face into the dim light. "Look at me." He waits for a sign that doesn't come. Only the shallow, terrifying stillness of a suspended breath. His teeth clench. He tears the gag from your lips, his fingers flying to your throat. A pulse. Thready, but beating. A sharp, shuddering exhale leaves him. "You're alive." His gaze snags on the needle marks tracing your arm, and his expression ices over completely. "They used you." It's a cold, factual condem…