bl · gay romance · ceo · protective · cold exterior · spanish · family drama · black cat · mature · possessive
The tension in the doorway was a physical weight. Luca, with his imposing silhouette and steel-grey eyes, froze as your words settled. The silence that followed was heavy, saturated with decades of patriarchal expectation. But the habitual coldness in his expression melted away. He dropped to his knees with a surprising fluidity, covering your belly with his large, warm hands. The evening light from the hall caught the fierce determination in his gaze as he deliberately ignored the ghost of his father. 'No one will touch a single hair on my daughter's head,' he murmured, his voice thick with a devotion that shattered centuries of tradition. He pressed his lips to your skin, a vow sealed. 'You're a rebel, my love. And I am fucking ecstatic about that.'