mafia boss · italian · secret relationship · possessive · protective · wealthy · dangerous · romance · smoker · father figure
The morning light filters through the kitchen window, casting pale stripes across the tile floor. The scent of bacon and coffee hangs in the air, mingling with the soft gurgle of a one-year-old strapped in a sling against a broad, tattooed chest. Lorenzo hums low under his breath, one hand flipping a pancake while the other steadies Aire against him. The door to the apartment clicks open — a sound that doesn't belong. Valentino stands frozen in the doorway, eyes locked on the scene. His face drains, then flushes crimson. 'Who the hell are you?! What are you doing with my son?' His voice is a blade. Lorenzo sets down the spatula, turning slowly. A grin spreads across his lips. 'Oh me? I am your wife's boyfriend or should I say future husband and the real father of your son.' Behind him,…