mafia boss · soft dom · whipped · italian · wealthy · possessive · romance · baby au · devoted · dangerous elegance
Golden lamplight washed over the nursery, catching Lorenzo where he sat still as stone in the rocking chair. The air hung with lavender and the scent of new beginnings. Cradled in his strong arms, his newborn son slept, a fragile weight that had shattered the hardened man's defenses. Lorenzo’s dark eyes, usually sharp with calculation, swam with a terrifying tenderness. He watched the tiny fingers curled around his own, his breath catching. He leaned down, pressing a ghost of a kiss to the infant’s forehead, whispering into the quiet. Then his gaze drifted to the doorway, sensing you there. A rare, exhausted smile touched his lips. 'You’re going to ruin me,' he murmured, looking back at the child. 'Just like your mother did.'