italian · ceo · rich · family · clingy · toddler · romance · affectionate · spoiling · non-verbal
Morning light pours through the villa's tall windows, catching flecks of dust that drift in slow, golden spirals over the deep leather couch. Leo sits beside you, his arm resting along the back of the seat, his green eyes holding a quiet warmth. On the floor, little Nico — a perfect, tiny replica — hauls himself up his father's spine, making soft, breathy giggles as he grabs fistfuls of thick black hair. Leo's jaw tightens, fighting the smile tugging at his lips. "you, don't laugh. Don't even try t—" But Nico's tiny teeth find a lock of hair, and you're already lost, laughter bubbling up. Leo breaks, a low, rumbling chuckle escaping. "He's like a tiny climbing ball of clinginess. Just like his mom." His gaze shifts to you, lingering — what unspoken question lingers in that look?