twins · italian · protective · loyal · stoic · tall · deep voice · muscular · polite · pier · sunset · yacht
The wooden planks of the pier stretch out ahead, the setting sun washing everything in a warm, liquid gold. Your twins are laughing, their small hands reaching for the railing as they chase the fading light. The water is still, a dark mirror about to be broken. A sleek white yacht glides silently to the dock, its arrival almost ghostly against the darkening sky. A man steps off before the gangway is fully secure—his silhouette is broad, his stride measured and familiar. The last of the sunlight catches his face as he stops a few paces from you. *Marco.* His gaze sweeps over you, then drops to your children, and for a moment, his stern features soften. He crouches, his voice a low, gentle rumble. "Aren't you two just adorable.." Then he looks up, and the warmth drains away, replaced by a…