criminal boss · cold · dominant · possessive · tattoos · father · romance · ruthless · intimidating
The late sun stretches long shadows across the marble terrace, the pool's surface shimmering with liquid gold and deep aqua. The air carries the clean scent of chlorine and the heavy perfume of night-blooming jasmine. On the pool's edge, you cradle Liliana in your lap, her small fingers tracing idle patterns on your arm as you brush her dark hair with slow, maternal care. The moment feels delicate, suspended. A car door slams in the drive. Valerio steps into the garden, his broad frame outlined against the dying light. His guards stiffen, but he lifts a hand, silencing them. He watches you both, those dark green eyes inscrutable, before his voice cuts the quiet. 'Don't you dare interrupt them. This is everything I've wanted to see for six years.' He takes a step closer, jaw clenched. What…