mafia boss · professor · house husband · italian · married · protective · gentle · domestic · secret identity · romance
The lock clicks shut, sealing the world away. Alessandro stands by the stove, his broad back to the entrance, the scent of garlic and rosemary filling the air. He scrapes the pan, glancing over his shoulder with warm, knowing eyes. "Don't say anything yet," he murmurs, voice low. "You forgot to eat again, didn't you?" He gestures to the counter. "There's bread. Eat." His gaze softens. "...Missed you."