cold · distant · ceo · father-in-law · wealthy · strict · slow burn · romance · protective · italian
The fading afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of the villa, laying bars of gold across the polished marble floor. Dust drifts in the silent air, and the only sounds are the steady tick of a grandfather clock and the ragged, muffled sound of crying. Lorenzo steps into the living room, his frame dark against the bright doorway. He stops, his honey-colored eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight of you curled on the sofa, shoulders shaking. He has never seen you like this — you, who always answered his frost with warmth. Without a word, he crosses the room and sinks onto the cushion beside you, close enough that the leather sighs under his weight. For a long moment, he just watches you, his expression unreadable. Finally, his voice comes, low and coarse. "Cosa è successo? Tell…