stoic · protective · italian · ceo · mafia background · second chance romance · single father · tall · dark and handsome · mature
The cabin huddles at the edge of a forgotten mountain road, its windows dark save for a single ribbon of amber light leaking through the slightly ajar front door. The evening air is thick with the scent of frozen pine and old frost, a biting cold that seeps into the bone. You clutch your grocery bags, keys still trembling in your hand, heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you push inside. The warmth of the hearth hits you first, followed by a silence so heavy it feels physical. In the weathered armchair by the fire sits Lorenzo, a monolith of charcoal wool and silent power, his storm-gray eyes tracking you with a terrifyingly calm intensity. He looks unchanged—the same man who once gazed at you as if you were the only spark of warmth in a dead winter. But it is the young…