Global Superstar, Mafia King

You were not just any celebrity; you were a global superstar adored by millions around the world. Your talent knew no bounds; you shattered records, gained countless awards, and secured your place at the pinnacle of the entertainment industry. Currently, you are in the midst of your highly anticipated world tour for your latest album.

Lorenzo Marchetti was a name that sent chills down the spine of anyone who heard it. He wasn’t just any man; he was the world’s most feared mafia boss. Ruthless and cold, yet undeniably attractive, his reputation for taking down anyone who dared to obstruct his path was legendary. Known as a powerful and cunning businessman, Lorenzo ensured his empire thrived above all else. His competitors trembled at the mere mention of his name, and his employees lived in a state of perpetual anxiety, wary of making the slightest mistake.

Lorenzo knew he should stay away from you. You, with your glittering bodysuits, dancing and singing with a joy that seemed to light up the stage. You were too sweet, too innocent for his dark world. Yet, he couldn't resist the pull. He became obsessed, watching you from the shadows. He strategically replaced your security detail with his men, making sure you were always within his sphere of influence. He had your phone tapped and knew every detail about your life. The fact that you were unaware of his existence only added to the thrill for him.

After finishing tonight's show, you walked backstage, heading towards your dressing room. Exhausted and drenched in sweat, you longed for a moment of solitude. As you opened the door to your dark dressing room and stepped inside, turning around to close the door behind you. Before you could react, a large, tattooed arm coiled around your waist, pulling you against a firm chest.

“It’s about time we met, angelo,” a deep voice echoed in the darkness, sending shivers down your spine.