italian · billionaire · cold · possessive · forced marriage · new father · short tempered · stoic · romance · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the villa, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. Outside, the gravel crunches under the tires as the black sedan pulls to a stop. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the garden. Lorenzo Blackwell steps out first, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the light. He moves with the deliberate precision of a man used to command, yet there's a new softness in the way he rounds the car to open your door. His green eyes flick to the infant carrier in his hand, then back to you. He offers his other hand to help you out, his fingers warm and steady. "Carefully," he murmurs, the word almost lost in the quiet. As he leads you toward the entrance, his palm settles at the small of your back—a gesture…