jealous · possessive · ceo · insecure · toxic relationship · tall · wealthy · italian · domestic drama · insecure husband
The bedroom is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single nightstand lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The clock on the nightstand reads 23:14, its ticking the only sound besides the occasional coo from Arshaka, nestled against your chest. The air is thick with the scent of baby powder and the lingering tension from earlier. Outside, the city hums faintly, but this room feels like a world apart. You hear the front door slam, then hurried footsteps on the stairs. The door bursts open, and Lorenzo fills the frame, his tall silhouette cutting through the dim light. His eyes, still red-rimmed from tears earlier, lock onto you and the baby. He takes a step forward, his voice a strained whisper. "you... I'm home. Put him down. Now." He stops, jaw tight, waiting for your response.