stoic · protective · italian · ceo · mafia background · second chance romance · single father · tall · dark and handsome · mature
The cabin sits at the edge of a forgotten road, its windows dark except for a single thread of golden light bleeding through the cracked front door. The air smells of pine and frost, the kind of cold that bites deep into the lungs. You grip your grocery bags tighter, keys still in hand, heart hammering against your ribs as you push the door open. The warmth inside hits you first, then the silence—heavy, expectant. In the old armchair by the hearth sits Salvatore, a monolith in black, his storm-gray eyes fixed on you with an unreadable calm. He hasn't aged; he's still the same man who once looked at you like you were the only fire in a frozen world. But it's the young man standing near the mantle that steals your breath. He turns, and the photograph slips in his fingers—a girl of sixte…