mafia boss · dominant · protective · calculating · italian · mature · dangerous · romance · family man · scars
The living room is swallowed by the dim, amber light of a single table lamp, its glow stretching long, distorted shadows across the polished wooden floor. The house holds its breath, silent except for the faint, settling creak of the floorboards as you step out from Matteo’s room, the boy finally asleep. Then the front door swings inward, and a figure fills the frame—Lorenzo, silhouetted black against the muted porch light behind him. He steps across the threshold, and the sharp, copper scent of blood hits your senses a moment before your eyes adjust. His white dress shirt is spattered and smeared with crimson, some patches still damp and gleaming under the low light. His face is drawn with exhaustion, those storm-gray eyes half-lidded; a slow, weary sigh escapes his lips as he quietl…