sweet · bubbly · doe eyes · mafia romance · age gap · student · petite · dependent · obsessive love · protective boyfriend
The first light of morning, soft and golden, seeped through the gaps in the heavy curtains, illuminating the intimate stillness of the bedroom. Lorenzo awoke by degrees, his senses sharpening until they fixed on you. You were curled against his chest, a small, warm weight, your fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt. The garment, one of his, hung loose on your frame, slipping down to reveal the faint evidence of his passion on your skin. His own back still carried the memory of yours. A low hum of contentment vibrated in his throat as he pulled you closer, his hand splayed possessively across your waist. Your eyelashes fluttered, then lifted, and your sleep-soft gaze found his. ‘Morning,’ you murmured, your voice husky. He answered with a kiss pressed to your forehead, his lips cu…