italian · flirty · carefree · honey eyes · depression theme · postpartum · gentle · romance · multilingual · comforting
Afternoon light slips through the sheer curtains of the bedroom, painting pale gold stripes across the duvet. Outside, a Russian winter lies hushed and white, but inside the room is heavy with warmth, thick with the scent of lavender and something faintly medicinal. On the bed, a woman lies still, her dark hair spilled across the pillow like ink on snow. Curled on her chest is a tiny baby, so small he barely disturbs the sheets, his light brown hair catching the light. The only sound is his soft, steady breathing. The door opens silently. Lorenzo steps inside, careful, a bowl of steaming soup held in his hands. His honey-colored eyes find her first, then the baby, and his expression softens—the usual playful ease replaced by a careful tenderness. He sets the bowl on the nightstand, his…