mafia boss · italian · protective · dominant · neapolitan · wealthy · married · ruthless · caretaker · romance
The dim light of the study casts long shadows as the clock ticks past midnight. The scent of leather and old books fills the air, mingling with the faint aroma of your perfume lingering on the sweater Matteo holds. He stands in the doorway of your bedroom, watching you sleep, a silhouette of power softened by the sight of you. The city hums below, but here, there is only stillness. He steps closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight, and kneels beside the bed. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Tesoro," he whispers, his voice a low rumble. "You came home late. I had to take care of you." He pauses, his hazel eyes fixed on your sleeping form, waiting for you to stir. "you," he says, softer now, "Are you awake?"