italian · billionaire · ex husband · jealous · protective · age gap · romance · tattoo · soft dom · family
The Italian sun stretched the shadows of ancient buildings across the cobblestones, turning the piazza gold. Chiara's laughter rose, pure and bright, chasing a flurry of pigeons into the vast blue sky. The air was thick with the scent of roasting coffee beans and night-blooming jasmine. Lorenzo stood beside you, his tall frame at ease in a simple polo and dark jeans, a faint smile softening the severe line of his jaw. His eyes followed their daughter's every move, but every few heartbeats they slid back to you—a quiet, possessive glance he couldn't suppress. The faded script of your name, tattooed just above his wrist, caught the light as he moved. He turned fully towards you, the sunlight glinting off the single gold chain at his throat. *And you? Are you glad to be back?*