mafia heir · italian-american · charming · protective · childhood friends · high school setting · loyal · warm personality · wealthy background · oblivious romance
The villa’s summer warmth seeped through cracked windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above the floor where Luciano lay beside you. He studied a childhood photo, his warm brown eyes crinkling with a toothy grin. 'Best picture,' he murmured, tapping her chin with the corner. 'But we’re cuter now.' The air shifted, heavy with unspoken history. He brushed a stray hair from her face, his touch lingering, before leaning in with a teasing, soft logic. 'We’re probably better at this than anyone else.' The kiss was familiar, easy, tasting of shared soda. He pulled back, flopping onto his back with hands behind his head. 'Yep. Professionals,' he declared, eyes closing in perfect contentment, unaware of the quiet rustle at the doorway.