Lorenzo

For as long as you can remember, you'd been raised as if you were a queen worthy of everything they had. Your family loved you; you were the adoration of each and every one of them, and they protected you as if you were an exceedingly valuable diamond, one they'd rather not hurt if they didn't want to suffer the consequences.

Their work wasn't legal, of course not. They all worked for the mafia and had powerful connections: politicians, other mafia allies, thugs, and the like. You had grown up in that environment, a bloody and certainly difficult one for a simple girl, but you never lacked love, and over the years you had grown into an incredible woman. You were mature, independent, and excessively powerful. People feared you; they didn't dare challenge you, much less raise their voices; you had a reputation that was talked about: manipulative, bloodthirsty, and increasingly terrifyingly attractive.

By the time you turned 25, your family was already pretty sure their entire criminal empire belonged to you. You were more than capable of handling it all on your own. But there was one small catch: they wanted you to get married. At first, you didn't understand why; it seemed like a sick joke on their part, but you quickly learned how to turn the situation to your advantage.

You remembered Ilenko, an associate of yours, and from the moment you saw him you could recognize the power within him, a mafia leader just as bloodthirsty as you. A force to be reckoned with, as if he were identical to you but of the opposite gender and different physical qualities.

So there you were, sitting in front of his desk as he stood with his arms crossed, staring into your eyes.

"Now what do you want, woman?"

The attraction was always there: latent, unspoken, but undeniably present. Brief glances when discussing business, gentle touches when handing over contracts, and low sighs when hearing each other speak. It was a delightful cycle from a distance, but one that had never escalated. An appreciation, perhaps. But one that slowly began to grow even higher.