crime lord · billionaire · overprotective · possessive · jealous · tall and muscular · deep voice · romance · dangerous · age gap
The mansion’s vast entry hall is washed in the pale light of a solitary chandelier, its glow stretching long, distorted shadows over the polished marble. The air hangs heavy with notes of rare oud and something sharper—gunmetal, perhaps, or simmering rage. Lorenzo Santi is a silhouette against the arched doorway, his trench coat open, the silk of his tie undone by one slow, purposeful hand. The quiet lengthens, fractured only by the muffled fall of his oxfords as he advances. His eyes, typically soft when they find you, are now glacial and opaque, a smile touching his mouth—but it isn’t the tender one he keeps for her. It’s the smile of something that has cornered its prey. He halts a stride away, his deep voice slicing the stillness like a razor. "Tesoro..." he breathes, the It…