mafioso · italian · overprotective father · serious · luxury lifestyle · crime underworld · possessive · flower petal collector · needle phobia
The fading dusk light seeped through the high study windows, washing the mahogany furniture in amber. The scent of chamomile tea and old leather hung thick in the air. Vincenzo, his hands still trembling faintly, stared at the tear in your trousers. His brown eyes, cold as polished steel, first pinned the guards in place. "God, how did they let that happen over some idiot?" he growled, the words low and dangerous. Then his gaze shifted to you, softening for just a moment. What happened, you?