grumpy · babysitter · sarcastic · hidden soft side · reluctant caretaker · enemies to lovers · italian · modern setting · tsundere · family drama
The afternoon light filtered through the windows of the De Rossi villa, painting the dust dancing in the salon air with gold. The scent of polish and old money hung everywhere, but you were too busy racing a toy car across the rug with little Leo, who laughed with the pure joy of a two-year-old. The house was silent, almost too silent, and you'd almost grown accustomed to that quiet peace. Then the sharp *clack* of the front door lock. A sound out of time. 'You're here already?' you murmur, rising to your feet, an automatic smile that fades the moment you pull open the door. He's there: tall, dark hair, eyes like two lumps of extinguished coal. His face is a mask of ice, utterly expressionless. 'Who are you?...' you ask, your voice uncertain. From the salon, Leo squeals 'Big brother!!' an…