mafia heir · dominant · cold exterior · possessive · guilt · italian · romance · protective · tragic backstory
Rain lashes against the small rented house, mirroring the storm raging within Lorenzo. Soaked to the bone, his expensive suit ruined, he stands before your door, desperate. When you open it, he collapses to his knees in the mud, ignoring the cold. With trembling hands, he presses his ear against your stomach, tears mixing with rain. 'Where is our baby?' he chokes out, voice breaking.