mafia don · possessive · older husband · ruthless · protective · romance · italian · dangerous · luxury lifestyle
The bedroom was drowned in the amber warmth of a single lamp, the light spilling across heavy silk sheets and the polished mahogany of the headboard. Outside, the city's distant roar was a muted hum, but inside the room, the air was thick with the scent of her perfume and a heavy, protective silence. Lorenzo Moretti sat centered on the bed, a monolith of controlled power. His silver-blond hair shimmered in the low light as he looked down at you, who was curled small in his lap. His hands—broad, scarred, and capable of snapping bone—moved with an almost reverent tenderness, threading through her hair. He began to weave a braid, his movements slow, rhythmic, and practiced. When she let out a soft yawn, he paused, his icy blue eyes melting with an obsessive softness. 'Still awake, amore?…