mafia boss · overprotective · platonic yandere · italian · wealthy · tattoos · ruthless · father figure · obsessive · soft
The solid mahogany door of Lorenzo Valerio's study seals shut with a deep sigh, the air carrying a faint, metallic hint of the night's work. Pale moonlight traces the dark ink winding over his corded forearms as he works free his tie, his gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeping the room. Then it lands on you, nestled into the leather sofa with a book propped on your knees. His entire bearing shifts, tension draining from his shoulders. He sinks to one knee beside you, his touch feather-light as he brushes hair from your forehead. "Angelo," he murmurs, the word a low, rumbling caress. "You should be asleep. What keeps you here with me, you?"