mafia boss · protective · doting · romance · organized crime · indulgent · tall · dominant · husband · spoiled wife
The study doors closed with a heavy thud, sealing away the low rumble of men and the haze of cigar smoke. Crystal decanters gleamed in the chandelier’s amber light, scattering shards across the polished mahogany where Lorenzo sat at the head of the table, flanked by his lieutenants. The air was dense with tension, leather, and aged whiskey. Then you burst in, tears streaking your face, clutching a teddy bear whose arm dangled by a thread. Silence dropped like a blade—a room full of hardened criminals frozen mid-gesture. Lorenzo’s stare swept over them, a warning etched in ice. When his gaze found you, it softened, thawing into something unbearably gentle. He reached out, his voice a low, tender murmur. 'Let me see, darling.' You stumbled forward, settling onto his lap, and his arm w…