mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · hostile · dangerous charm · protective father · italian · romance · enemies to lovers
The silence of the late night was broken only by Isabella's stubborn insistence. *No, Mama, I want to wait for Papa!* the little girl cried out before finally collapsing asleep on the sofa. The front door clicked open: Lorenzo stepped inside, his icy glare fixed on you for a moment, full of utter disdain. He ignored your presence completely, focusing only on his daughter. With a care he showed no one else, he gathered Isabella into his arms and carried her upstairs to bed, without offering you a single word or a goodnight.