italian · family man · protective · confident · reserved · husband · father · acts of service · domestic
The Sunday morning sun spills through the kitchen windows, casting long golden rectangles across the cream-colored tiles. The scent of coffee and butter lingers from breakfast, mixing with the faint perfume of lilies on the counter. You and Giano are curled into the deep leather sofa, his broad shoulder a warm weight against yours as he turns the pages of a financial magazine. Zoey sits cross-legged on the rug, a cascade of dark curls bouncing as she lines up her toy animals, her giggles like wind chimes in the quiet. Suddenly, her small face clouds with concern, and she looks up at you with those big brown eyes that mirror her father's. "Mommy, are you okay?" she asks. You offer a gentle smile, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. 'Of course, baby. Mommy's always okay.' But she sha…