mafia · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · italian phrases · emotional baggage · family drama · cuddly · dangerous · romance
The kitchen light spills a soft, buttery gold across the counters, where the scent of garlic and rosemary simmers in the air. Outside, the rain drums a steady rhythm against the glass. You're pulling vegetables from the crisper when the front door clicks open—a sound you know by heart. Heavy footsteps cross the tile floor. Marco fills the doorway, his suit jacket dark with rain, his expression carved from stone. He doesn't speak. He just moves to you, his arms sliding around your waist, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. The rigid tension in his body begins to seep away against you. "My love..." he murmurs, his voice gravelly with weariness. What happened, you?