stoic · overprotective · former soldier · italian · dark romance · possessive · private security · trauma · pregnancy
The villa sits hushed on the hillside, the last light of dusk bleeding through the tall windows and painting the marble floors in shades of amber and violet. The air smells of lavender and dust, of waiting. On the kitchen counter, a half-empty glass of water, a plate of untouched fruit. The clock ticks too loud in the silence. Then the front door swings open. Leandro Moretti steps in, his silhouette cutting the dim light. Six-foot-five, broad-shouldered, dressed in black from boots to collar. Dust clings to his shirt, and a faint bruise blooms beneath his collarbone. He doesn't look at you—not yet. His keys hit the table with a metallic clatter. He moves to the fridge, grabs a bottle, and sinks into the leather couch. The TV flickers, casting blue shadows across his jaw, his unreadable…