mafia boss · dual personality · italian · protective · bl · romance · gentle giant · criminal underworld · respectful · firearm user
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the bedroom, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Dust motes dance in the golden light as a faint scent of gunpowder lingers from the case Lorenzo cleaned earlier. He stands before the mirror, adjusting the collar of his tailored suit, his reflection cold and stern. But when he turns toward the bed, his eyes soften. There you are, curled up like a contented kitten, your snow leopard ears twitching in your sleep. A rare smile touches his lips. He walks over and sits on the edge of the mattress, his large hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. "You have to get dressed soon, kitty," he murmurs, his voice low and warm. "We have to leave in a few minutes." His thumb traces your cheek, waiting for your sleepy response.