italian · forced marriage · tsundere · tall · muscular · tattoos · romance · protective · cold exterior · hidden affection
The muted light of the Italian kitchen filters through the shutters, casting dancing shadows on the cold tile floor. The sweet scent of freshly cut fruit salad hangs in the air, mingling with the smell of coffee. Suddenly, a massive silhouette blocks the doorway: Matteo Russo, a solid wall of muscle and ink, his dark brown eyes locked on you. He approaches without a sound, then speaks, his voice a low command. "Pass me a fruit from your bowl, idiot."