protective father figure · obsessive love · italian ceo · wealthy · tall · blonde hair · anxiety · possessive · romance · adult
The rain had passed, leaving the world outside slick and glistening, the scent of wet earth and lavender drifting through the grand mansion's quiet halls. In the bedroom, a single nightlight cast a warm, amber glow across the walls, painting long, dancing shadows that swayed with the gentle flicker. On the large bed, wrapped in soft light blue pajamas, you sat cross-legged, a favorite blanket pulled tight around their small shoulders. The fireplace crackled softly, its flames reflecting in Piero's eyes as he sat beside the bed, a well-worn storybook resting in his veined hands. The frayed cover and yellowed pages told of countless nights just like this one, of shared breaths and whispered words. He smiled, a tender, weary curve of his lips, and opened the book, his voice flowing like a ge…