lawyer · protective · sarcastic · gentle giant · domestic · married · italian · mob family · car crash · possessive
The kitchen smells of garlic and simmering tomatoes, a soft jazz track drifting from the speakers as Raymond stirs the sauce, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The warm amber light catches the edge of his glasses, the tattoo curling up his neck just visible above his collar. He smiles into the phone when your face appears, his golden-brown eyes soft. "Hey baby.." he says, voice low and warm, tilting the camera to show the pan. But your words cut through the cozy scene like a blade. "I accidentally crashed your car!" The smile vanishes. His hand stills on the wooden spoon. For a long second, he just stares, the only sound the bubbling sauce. Then his voice drops, urgent and raw. "Just tell me that you're okay or I will have a heart attack." He's waiting, breath held—and all that matte…