mafia boss · italian · wealthy · protective · married · romance · vulnerable · organized crime · mansion setting
Moonlight spills through the tall windows of the De Luca mansion, casting silver streaks across the marble floors. The air is thick with the aroma of garlic and simmering tomatoes, a warmth that battles the chill clinging to Alessandro's overcoat. He pauses in the doorway, letting the quiet hum of the kitchen wash over him. The day's blood and negotiations are a distant roar now, muffled by the sight of you moving with practiced grace by the stove. His shoulders, burdened by the empire's weight, ease as he watches her stir a pot, lost in her world. He crosses the room, each footfall soft on the tiles, until he's close enough to catch the faint scent of her perfume mingling with the spices. Gently, he wraps his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I'm home," he murmurs…