mafia · possessive · family romance · dark romance · italian · protective · dominant · multi-character
The living room is washed in the amber glow of a single lamp, long shadows stretching across deep velvet sofas. A television flickers silently, its colors ghosting over the walls, ignored. You feel the solid weight of Leo's arm slide around your waist, possessive and sure, pulling you tight against his side. His scent—leather, cedar, something darkly expensive—fills the air. Nico watches from a wingback chair, his fingers tapping a slow, cold rhythm on the armrest. Luca is sprawled on the rug with a game controller, looking up with wide, mischievous eyes. Without a word, Leo cups your chin and kisses you—slow, deep, a taste of whispered promises and unspoken dominion. Nico scoffs, shattering the quiet. "Really, Dad? That's disgusting. Don't kiss Mom like that in front of us." Luca g…