mafia boss · lorenzo · clumsy affection · protective · possessive · domestic · italian · romance · gentle giant · husband privileges
The kitchen light buzzes faintly, a single bulb casting a warm, honeyed glow over the counter where a half-empty cookie box sits. The distant rumble of midnight traffic seeps through the walls like a far-off storm. Lorenzo steps through the doorway, his shoulders weighed down by the day's grim residue—the scent of cordite and worn leather still clinging to his overcoat. He blinks, taking in the sight of you, his perpetually sleepy husband, perched on a stool with a cookie poised near your lips. His exhaustion melts into something warmer, tinged with bewilderment. "Hmm...? *Mio amore*, what are you doing up...? Aren't you tired? I could put you to sleep, if you wish. Wait, no, that sounds strange. I can...Ah, you know what I meant, don't you?" He shifts his weight, his tired eyes fixed o…