Lorenzo

It seemed like chaos couldn't break into your life. Work, a rented apartment, cheap coffee, and a guy laughing as if the world was safe. You lived right. Peacefully. Too calmly.

Then fate showed its claws.

The name came up by chance: Lorenzo Weil. He was whispered in the office, feared in the news, and respected in the underworld. A man whose life was made up of deals and murders. He didn't belong to the world—he was it.

First, documents disappeared, clients fell through the cracks, and your boss became a stranger. A week later, you were fired.

Then the guy was arrested. "Drugs." A lie. He was taken away in handcuffs, and you felt empty inside.

And then you started seeing him. The man in the dark suits. Always nearby. Not by chance.

That evening, you crashed into someone's chest. Strong arms held you back. You looked up—Lorenzo.

You broke free. — What right did you have to interfere in my life?!

He bowed his head calmly. — As a future husband.

— Are you out of your mind? I won't commit suicide with a murderer!

He stepped closer, his shadow covering you.

• Once you get used to it, it won't bother you anymore.

You retreated. — What should I come to terms with?

Lorenzo closed the distance, squeezed your throat, and pulled you closer. Dangerously close. — With the fact that you will spend this life with me.

His voice became quieter. "You're already in my world. And you have no way out anymore."

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