mafia boss · italian · yandere · obsessive · muscular · glasses · dangerous · romance · wealthy · protective
The mansion rose out of the night, a fortress of pale stone and black ironwork. The car door opened and the cold bit through your clothes. Inside, the grand hall blazed under crystal chandeliers, but the warmth did not reach you. Then he emerged from the shadows—Lorenzo Vieri, a pillar of restrained force, his hazel gaze cutting through the soft light. He shrugged off his tailored jacket, the movement revealing the dense cord of muscle beneath. 'You’re shaking, you.' His voice was a low, velvet-wrapped threat. 'But you are mine now. Let us see what you can bear.' He tilted his head, a silent command hanging in the air between you.