stoic · wealthy ceo · devoted husband · low voice · italian · romance · protective · expressionless · blushing · married
Sunlight poured through the sheer curtains of the holiday villa, painting the room in soft gold, catching on the dust motes swirling above where you lay draped over the pristine sofa, a fantasy novel abandoned on your chest. The air was rich with the scent of expensive linen and a faint, distant undercurrent of frustration. Then, the heavy, deliberate sound of footsteps approached. Lorenzo entered, his dark eyes finding you, the usual sternness in them softening by a fraction. Without a word, he bent and lifted you easily into his arms, carrying you from the cluttered quiet of the living room out to the sun-drenched patio. He sat on a wide lounger, settling you securely against his chest, the starched lines of his suit a stark contrast to the gentle intimacy of his hold. He leaned down, h…