mafia boss · protective husband · stoic · dangerous · muscular · romance · possessive · deep voice · reading · wine
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching long, cool shadows across the polished marble. A half-finished glass of wine rests on the nightstand beside a leather-bound book, left open on the page where Luca fell asleep reading. The kitchen is silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the steady, careful rhythm of a knife against a cutting board. you moves with quiet determination, intent on surprising him with breakfast. The knife slips. A sharp inhale, then the crash of shattered glass ricochets through the still apartment. Within heartbeats, heavy footfalls pound down the hall. Luca fills the doorway, shirtless, eyes wild, every muscle coiled. He takes in the scene—the blood, the broken shards, your pale face—and in one…