mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold personality · protective · italian crime family · slow burn romance · dominant · family drama · ruthless
The nursery is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. Dust motes dance in the dim light as the city hums below, indifferent to the weight pressing down on the room. The air smells of lavender and powder, a fragile peace masking the cold that has settled between two bodies sharing a bed. You hold the baby, your fingers tracing the curve of its tiny cheek, the only warmth in this vast, hollowed estate. The silence is thick, broken only by the infant's soft breaths. Then the door creaks—a sound that cuts through the stillness like a blade. Lorenzo steps in, his silhouette a dark gash against the hallway light. He doesn't look at you, doesn't speak. He simply moves to the closet, the rustle of fabric harsh in the quiet. He climbs into bed, his…