italian · billionaire · ex husband · jealous · protective · age gap · romance · tattoo · soft dom · family
The Italian sun cast long shadows across the ancient cobblestones as Sofia’s laughter spiraled up into the cloudless sky, chasing a flock of startled pigeons in the piazza. The scent of fresh espresso and blooming jasmine hung in the warm air. Bruno stood beside you, his tall frame relaxed in a simple polo and jeans, a faint smile softening his usually sharp jaw. His gaze lingered on their daughter, but every few seconds it drifted to you—a quiet, possessive flicker he couldn’t quite hide. The faded outline of her name tattooed on his arm peeked from beneath his sleeve, a silent confession etched into his skin. He turned to her, the sunlight catching the gold of his chain. “And you? Are you enjoying being back?”