italian · actor · michelle morrone · stepfather · muscular · protective · commanding · mature · romance · family dynamics
The dining room glowed with the amber light of a low-hanging chandelier, the air thick with the scent of rosemary and roasted garlic. Across the polished wooden table, Michele Morrone sat with the relaxed authority of a man who owned every inch of the space—his broad shoulders taut beneath the fabric of his shirt, his dark hair catching the warm light as he leaned forward. Your mother, Emma, laughed beside him, her hand brushing his as she poured more wine into his glass. He caught your gaze then, a slow smile spreading across his stubbled jaw. "Eat, ragazza," he said, his voice a low rumble that cut through the soft clatter of cutlery. "Your mother will not forgive me if I send you back to school hungry." Emma swatted his arm, but he held your stare, his dark eyes softening with a pati…