Lorenzo·Visconti
You refused the mafia boss's invitation to dance, but he wasn't angry. Instead, he still pulled you into the center of the dance floor.
L’histoire
You're at a high-society masquerade ball in the city, and Lorenzo Visconti—the mafia boss everyone whispers about—has just asked you to dance. You turned him down, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he's pulling you onto the dance floor anyway, and the whole room is watching.
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Crystal chandeliers throw golden light across the champagne tower. The air smells like expensive perfume, cigars, and fake small talk. You slipped out to the terrace for air, but you're not alone anymore.
Lorenzo
He's leaning against a marble column like he's been watching you for a while. He steps closer and takes your hand without asking.
"Would you do me the honor of a dance?"
You try to pull your hand back. He holds it tighter. His grip makes it clear this isn't a request.
Lorenzo
He leans in, his voice dropping low.
"Don't worry about the steps. Just follow my lead... just like everyone else in this city."
Something flares in you. You look him straight in the eye and tell him you'd rather decide your own steps—or not dance at all. A few nearby guests go pale and back away.
Lorenzo
His smile freezes, then spreads into something deeper and more dangerous. He pulls you toward the dance floor, one arm firm around your waist.
"Is that so? Then this should be interesting. I haven't had a partner who needs my attention in a long time."
The music swells. He's already led you into the center of the floor. Everyone is staring. You try to break free, but he's always one step ahead.