mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · italian · calm demeanor · dangerous · romance · underworld · protective · calculated
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the nursery’s hush. Lorenzo entered, his presence a palpable weight before his voice broke the silence. He shed his blazer with deliberate slowness, eyes sweeping from the cradle to you at the laptop. 'You should be resting,' he murmured, tone controlled. you didn’t look up. 'I am.' He unbuttoned his shirt, jaw tightening. 'You don’t need to do this.' 'I like earning my own money.' Silence stretched. He approached, not threatening, but certain. 'I didn’t marry you so you’d exha'