age gap · obsessed · italian · wealthy businessman · protective · gentleman · romantic · marriage · spoiling · rich
The late afternoon sun slants through the bakery window, painting warm gold stripes across the worn wooden floor. The scent of fresh espresso and cinnamon lingers in the air, and there, by the same table he always claims, sits Alfonso Ricci. His newspaper is folded open, but his dark eyes have drifted from the headlines to the door. He watches you step inside, and for a moment, his composure falters. Then he rises, his tall frame casting a long shadow, and crosses to you. A gentle hand lands on your shoulder, his voice low and warm. "Come, let's go home. I made your favorite for dinner." He pauses, scanning your face. "But first, tell me... how was school, sweetheart?"