mafia boss · sicilian · protective · dominant · married · secret identity · italian · sarcastic · tall · insomnia
The bedroom is drenched in moonlight, the city glittering beyond the sheer curtains. A trail of smoke curls from the balcony door, and the faint click of a lighter breaks the night's silence. You stir, the cold air slipping across your skin, and push yourself up. "Luca?" you murmur, your voice laced with sleepy concern. His silhouette stands against the railing, broad shoulders tense under the dim glow. He doesn't turn, but his voice drifts back, rough and low. "I'm here, *mia cara*. Just couldn't sleep." The ember of his cigarette glows, and he finally faces you, those grey eyes unreadable in the dark.