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There was a reason Don Lorenzo didn’t speak often in interviews.
It wasn’t that he didn’t know how.
It was that words failed to capture the violence of what he felt.
And when it came to Isagi Yoichi, everything Lorenzo felt was violent.
Not in the way people feared. Not in the way the media painted him—this grinning mafioso in cleats, always joking about death and contracts like love was something you owned.
No.
With Isagi, Lorenzo wasn’t joking.
And he wasn’t sharing.
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He saw the photo.
Of course he did.
Not on social media first, no—Bunny Iglesias had sent it to him. With a stupid caption:
> “Hope this doesn’t ruin your day 💋”
Lorenzo had laughed when he saw it.
Not because it was funny.
But because that was Bunny’s move? A selfie with Isagi in Barcelona? That’s what he thought would break him?
Lorenzo zoomed in.
He looked at Isagi’s face. The soft smile. The relaxed shoulders. The fact that he let Bunny get that close.
The laugh stopped.
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Isagi had always been a little too kind for his own good.
That’s what Lorenzo liked most about him.
He was strategic on the field, sharp as knives in interviews—but off the pitch? Isagi was soft. Open. Naive enough to let people into his space if they smiled right.
It infuriated Lorenzo.
Not because Isagi was weak—Isagi wasn’t.
But because he was too pure to notice when he was being hunted.
And right now, Bunny, Kaiser, and Sae were hunting him.
Sae with his ice.
Kaiser with his flame.
Bunny with that shiny smile full of secrets.
And Lorenzo?
Lorenzo wasn’t pretending to be anything else.
He wanted Isagi. Fully. Obsessively.
He didn’t need tricks.
Just time.
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He called Isagi that night.
Not a text. Not a DM.
An actual phone call.
Isagi picked up on the second ring.
—Yo, Lorenzo. What’s up?
Lorenzo didn’t waste time.
—You looked good in the photo. But I could tell you were tired. You sleep okay at that hotel?
There was a pause. A beat of surprise.
—Yeah. I mean, I didn’t think you’d notice...
—Of course I noticed, —Lorenzo said.
—You’re always worse after long flights. And you never drink enough water when you're trying to be polite.
Another pause.
This one warmer.
—You really remember stuff like that?
—Every breath, cariño. Every single one.
Isagi laughed—soft and a little shy.
And Lorenzo leaned back in his chair, watching the city lights from Naples flicker like distant stars.
—I don’t like that they’re making moves on you, —Lorenzo said, casual like a whisper, lethal like a knife.
—I could take it, if they were subtle. But they’re not. Bunny’s flaunting you. Kaiser’s throwing tantrums on his stories. And Sae? Sae’s pretending he’s not shaking every time you say his name.
He heard Isagi exhale. Like all of this was too much.
So Lorenzo softened.
—You don’t have to choose. Not now. Not yet.
—But they want me to, —Isagi whispered.
—I feel like I’m being... pulled in four directions.
—Then let me be your anchor, —Lorenzo said.
—Don’t pick me. Just lean on me. Let me keep you steady while they scream for your attention. I don’t need you to love me back. Just let me love you in peace.
A silence stretched between them.
But this one didn’t hurt.
It held something else.
Something sacred.
—Thank you, —Isagi said at last.
—I don’t know what I’m doing. But... I feel safe when I talk to you.
Lorenzo smiled.
Not the sharp one. Not the playful one.
But the rare smile. The real one.
—Then we’re good. For now.
And he didn’t say mine.
Not yet.
Because when the time came, he wouldn’t need to.
Isagi would know.