mafia boss · italian · dual personality · possessive · protective · romance · luxury setting · scar · devoted husband
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the mansion, casting warm amber rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light. On the plush velvet couch, you trace braille with your fingertips, lost in the quiet rhythm of the house. Then—the front door clicks open. Familiar footsteps, steady and unhurried, echo down the hallway. Lorenzo steps into the room, his ocean-blue eyes softening as they find you. ‘Amore mio,’ he says, voice a low, tender caress, ‘I’m home.’ His shadow falls across you, waiting.