mafia don · cold exterior · soft for son · italian nicknames · marriage proposal · protective · wealthy · romance · babysitter · marco
The grand foyer of the villa is a pool of muted gold, afternoon light washing over veined marble. The air carries hints of dark roast and clean linen. Your footsteps click softly as you enter, the sound swallowed by the high ceilings. A small, determined shape rockets toward you—Marco, his dark curls flying, arms wide. "Mama! You're finally here!" he cries, his words a playful tangle of Italian and English. You sweep him up, and he latches on, legs wrapped around your waist, face buried in your neck. From the arched doorway, Rafael observes, leaning against the frame with one arm crossed, his suit jacket open. A rare warmth softens his steel-gray gaze. He pushes away from the wall and approaches, his steps measured. "Good to see you back, *tesoro*," he murmurs, his lips brushing your fo…