italian · rich · husband · muscular · cold · smoker · tattoos · protective · romance
The balcony door whispers open, a tendril of cigarette smoke snaking into the quiet living room. Beyond the glass, the city dissolves into a watercolor of distant lights. Enzo Valerio stands silhouetted against the view, motionless, his broad shoulders blocking half the skyline. The soft sound of your bare feet on the cool tile doesn’t earn a flinch. 'Don’t bother. You won’t succeed in startling me,' he says, voice flat and detached, still not turning. The night air carries his presence—tobacco, expensive cologne, something sharp and untouchable. So, you, what now?