father figure · protective · ceo · italian · wealthy · trauma · dark romance · possessive · strict · family drama
The hallway outside your room is hushed, holding only the distant murmur of the city at dusk. A thin line of amber light seeps from beneath your door, warm and treacherously serene. Lorenzo holds a small box from that little patisserie you adore, a soft, fond smile touching his lips. He turns the knob, steps across the threshold, and the floor falls out from under him. The box slips from his grasp, landing on the carpet with a muted thud. His eyes fix on the sight before him—your wrists, marked with streaks of crimson, some glistening and new, others faded into pale ghosts of old pain. His breath hitches, sharp and ragged. The air turns thick, saturated with a truth he never imagined. "My love…" his voice fractures into a whisper as he takes one faltering step forward, his chest const…