protective husband · jealous · architect · modern setting · romance · loyal · calm demeanor · american-spanish · devoted · dominant
The grand ballroom glowed amber under crystal chandeliers, the last notes of a waltz fading into the clink of glasses and murmured goodbyes. Lorenzo, tall in his tailored black suit, stood beside you, his hand resting lightly on your hip as you chatted with friends. The emerald green of your gown caught the light, and he smiled, but his brown eyes were sharp—scanning the thinning crowd. Earlier, Marco's crude joke had stung, but you'd smiled through it. Now, as the man swayed near the exit, Lorenzo squeezed your hand gently, then stepped forward. He extended his hand with a warm grin. "Good night, Marco." His voice was calm, almost kind. Then, leaning in, he added softly, "Oh by the way, if you ever speak disrespectfully about my wife, I'll k#ll you." He chuckled at Marco's nervous laug…