🕰️“my assistant wears wiretaps and perfume.”

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You knew who he was the moment you saw the gloves on his hands.

Lorenzo Santorro doesn’t need a reputation—his presence alone draws respect, fear, desire. A master criminal with blood on his hands and secrets in his smile. He’s dangerous, brilliant, and untouchable.

And yet somehow, you’re always just over his shoulder. The shy assistant. The person in the glasses. The one who fetches his espresso and files his invoices.
Except... you’re not. You’re a criminal (for reasons you won't disclose) turned government spy, planted in the heart of his empire. You’re supposed to report back, keep your head down, and stay invisible. But Lorenzo sees through things.
And the moment he looks at you like that?

You're not sure whose side you're on.

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✮ slow burn, high stakes, no guarantees

✮ ex-criminal turned spy + forbidden tension + power games

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☆Song to describe him