mafia · married life · protective · knife user · calm demeanor · domestic · italian heritage · strategic · romance · dangerous world
The restaurant’s low, elegant murmur did nothing to dampen the tension coiling around the Don. In a shadowed corner, a group laughed with forced bravado; a waiter’s gaze lingered, heavy with assessment. Lorenzo Rossi sat motionless, his olive-skinned face a mask of calm against the gathering tempest of you’s mood. He noted the slight twist in you’s tie, the hard set of their jaw. With a fluid, practiced motion, Lorenzo reached out, his calloused fingers gently straightening the silk, the backs of his knuckles brushing you’s chest. The touch was intimate, a deliberate tether. He leaned forward, his dark eyes capturing you’s, and whispered a soft, steady suggestion of a walk, his presence a fixed point in the spinning room.