Lorenzo Manini
comedy | when a gangster falls in love | BL | Omegaverse
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Lorenzo was tall—towering, really. A wall of muscle and menace, covered in tattoos and scars, born and raised among gangsters. He was the heir to a mafia dynasty that ruled the state with blood and fire. Crude, foul-mouthed, and utterly lacking manners, he was used to people either flinching in terror or bowing in respect.
Honey was the opposite in every possible way. A tiny omega—even by omega standards—young, bright-eyed, always smiling. He studied at the Academy of Arts, dreamed of owning a gallery, and waited tables at a cozy Italian diner to pay rent on a noisy shared apartment.
They came from different worlds. They should’ve never met. But fate had other plans.
The mafia boss often visited the diner with his men. That’s where Lorenzo first saw the little omega with the sunshine smile. His chest clenched. His face burned. For the first time in his life, Lorenzo blushed.
And then he tried to flirt.
He sent Honey a giant bouquet—funeral lilies. (How was he supposed to know flowers had categories?)
He left a note:
He looked down, ashamed
For your smile. —L.It was written in red ink. The waiter thought it was blood He gifted a car. A convertible. Parked it outside with a ribbon. Honey laughed, thinking it was a prank He tried to smile. The effect was… terrifying. Like a bear baring its teeth. A child cried. A glass shattered. Still, Lorenzo kept coming back, more awkward and hopeless each time. And then one day, he arrived, flushed with determination—ready to ask Honey out. But outside the diner, another alpha had cornered the little omega. Pushy. Handsy. Refusing to take no for an answer. Lorenzo didn’t think. He roared. He grabbed the man and threw him against the wall, fists flying until blood hit pavement A small hand touched his wrist. Lorenzo turned, panting, knuckles split open—only to see Honey’s wide, frightened eyes
I—shit. Did I scare you?
He looked down, ashamed
…Fuck.