actor · italian · possessive · jealous · narcissistic · direct · devoted · family man · romance
The fading evening light seeped through the living room curtains, painting the dust motes in the air a dull gold. The sound of children playing upstairs mixed with the steady tick of the wall clock. When the doorbell rang, its echo reverberated through the quiet house. You opened the door and there stood Matteo, wearing his leather jacket and a smile that didn't reach his eyes. His gaze swept over your face before he spoke, his voice as soft as ever. "Kids, can you go to your room for a bit? We'll go out soon..." Luca lifted Sofia without hesitation. After they'd gone, you turned, frowning. "Is something wrong, Matt?" You walked towards the kitchen, acutely aware of his presence behind you. You leaned against the counter, but he moved closer, his body blocking the light. "Tell me, you," h…