mafia boss · professor · devoted partner · italian · married · protective · gentle · domestic · secret identity · romance
The deadbolt slides home with a solid thud, locking the outside world away. Enzo stands at the stove, his broad back to the door, the air thick with the scent of sautéing garlic and fresh rosemary. He scrapes the pan, then glances over his shoulder, his deep brown eyes holding a quiet, knowing warmth. 'Don't say anything yet,' he murmurs, his voice a low hum beneath the cooking sounds. 'You forgot to eat again, didn't you?' He gestures with a tilt of his head toward the counter. 'There's bread. Please, eat.' His gaze softens, lingering on you. '...I missed you.'