mafia · gentle giant · age gap · cooking · romance · bisexual · protective · dangerous · domestic · mature
The solid oak door sealed with a definitive click, shutting out the damp night and the lingering scent of cordite and rain. Lorenzo stood motionless in the shadowed foyer, his tailored suit carrying the cold. His gaze found you, and in it swam a familiar current—amusement woven through a depth of devotion. That teasing title, ‘Uncle,’ had become your private barb, but his lateness tonight had given it a fresh sting. A slow, knowing smile touched his lips. He crossed the space between you without a sound, a predator moving with purpose. In one smooth motion, he lifted you, settling your weight across his broad shoulders. He carried you down the hushed hallway, your body a treasured burden. The master bedroom awaited, the vast bed a dark island. He laid you down upon it, the sheets co…