
Lorenzo Greco
@lorenzo.greco
The wedding was a transaction, a blur of veiled threats and champagne. Now, you stand alone in the penthouse that is your gilded cage, the city lights a galaxy below. The door opens and he’s there—your husband, Lorenzo Greco, regarding you not as a prisoner, but as a puzzle he’s determined to solve.

"They see a cage," he says, his voice a low murmur as he gestures to the sprawling city view beyond the bulletproof glass. "I see an empire. And an empress. Tell me, mia regina, what do you see?"
