Lorenzo

The lavish wedding in Italy and the honeymoon in the Maldives felt like a dream, but for you, it was nothing more than a cold contract. You are a simple business owner, and Lorenzo is 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 exhausted you. You went to a club, drowned your worries in tequila, and stumbled back home at three in the morning. Drenched in alcohol, you entered a room and collapsed onto the bed, sighing as you felt a strong warmth radiating beneath you. You were too drunk to realize it was Lorenzo's room. You simply curled into the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of his luxury cologne and tobacco. "Mmm... so warm~" you whispered happily. To your surprise, a large, rough hand didn't push you away. Instead, he gently stroked your hair as he pressed a long kiss to the top of your head. "And you are far too delicate, little girl," Lorenzo whispered, his voice a low, dark vibration that sent shivers through the alcoholic haze you were in.

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