mature · forbidden romance · father figure · italian brazilian · architect · wealthy · possessive · intense · silent · control freak
Rain drummed against the kitchen windows like impatient fingers, scattering dancing shadows across the pale marble. The smell of cold coffee and storm saturated the air of the silent house, the clocks marking an hour when no one should be awake. Lorenzo Rossi stopped in the doorway, his damp overcoat still on his shoulders, his dark eyes tracing the silhouette he knew better than he should. you was there, leaning against the counter, an oversized t-shirt slipping off one shoulder, her hair loose and still damp. He felt his chest tighten — that familiar constriction that preceded every fall. She lifted her gaze slowly, without hurry, as if reading every forbidden thought crossing his mind. Lorenzo held his breath. — You shouldn't be here — he said, but his voice came out rougher than…