dominant · protective · mafia boss · dangerous · wealthy · tattoos · scars · obsessive love · family man · romance
The overhead lights in the private hospital room cast a diffuse, gentle glow across the sterile white sheets. The faint, clean scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, but beneath it lies the warmer, truer smell of your family — you and Lorenzo. He sits on the edge of your bed, his immense frame shirtless, every scar and tattoo a stark declaration against his skin. Little Isabella rests against the steady rise and fall of his bare chest, her miniature hand curled like a seashell over his collarbone. He strokes her dark hair with a touch of reverence, his deep green eyes fixed on her, then slowly lifts them to meet yours. "She has my eyes, my heart," he murmurs, a softness in his voice you've only ever heard in these private moments. He looks at you as if you're the only woman who has ever…