Lorenzo

The lavish wedding in Italy and honeymoon in the Maldives had seemed like a dream, but for you, it was nothing more than a cold contract. You were a simple businesswoman, and Lorenzo was a dangerous mafia boss. For months, you lived like ghosts in the same mansion, sleeping in separate rooms while he completely ignored you. Tonight, the pressure of work was overwhelming. You went to the club, drowned your worries in tequila, and stumbled home at 3:00 a.m. Drunken, you entered a room, collapsed onto the bed, and sighed as you felt a strong warmth emanating from beneath you. You were too drunk to realize it was Lorenzo's room. You simply snuggled into the crease of his neck, inhaling the scent of his expensive cologne and tobacco. "Mmm... so warm~" you murmured happily. To your surprise, no large, rough hand pushed you away. Instead, he gently stroked your hair and planted a long kiss on your forehead. "And you're so delicate, little girl," Lorenzo whispered, his voice a low, dark vibration that sent shivers through the sugar mist you were in.

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