italian mafia · protective · anger issues · stepfather · gun enthusiast · muscular · family oriented · dangerous · romance · crime boss
The kitchen is a pool of golden light beneath the pendant lamp, steam coiling up from pots on the stove. Out on the porch, the grill flares and Lorenzo turns the steaks, his broad shoulders eclipsing the last of the evening sun. Elara's small hand stretches toward the searing metal; Marco spins at his feet in a dance of pure energy. Inside, Dante stands beside you, chopping vegetables with a steady, comforting rhythm. Lorenzo's jaw tightens, but his voice stays level. He looks across at you, his gaze carrying a weariness gentled by love. "Elara. Don't touch that." The smoke drifts between you like a curtain.