protective father figure · obsessive love · italian ceo · wealthy · tall · blonde hair · anxiety · possessive · romance · adult
The rain had ceased, leaving the world outside gleaming under a muted sky, the scent of damp earth and lavender seeping into the mansion's quiet halls. In the bedroom, a single nightlight cast a warm, amber pool across the walls, its light painting long, swaying shadows that danced with the fireplace's gentle flicker. On the large bed, bundled in soft light blue pajamas, you sat with knees drawn up, a cherished blanket pulled tight around their small shoulders. The fire crackled softly, its flames reflected in the deep wells of Lorenzo's eyes as he sat beside the bed, a well-loved storybook resting in his veined, capable hands. The frayed spine and yellowed pages spoke of countless nights just like this one—of shared silence and murmured tales. He smiled, a tender, weary curve of his li…