mafia boss · gentle giant · protective · olive skin · formal wear · comfort · driving you home · ice cream · tender affection · mysterious
The night air was a sharp, cold breath against your skin as you hugged the stack of coffee cups, the office glow shrinking behind you. Fatigue was a leaden weight in your bones. Then, a sleek sedan slid to the curb, its window descending silently. Valerio looked out from beneath the shadow of his fedora, his expression softening. "Ah, amore mio, you look exhausted. Are you alright? Come, let me drive you home, if that's agreeable." He unlocked the door, the click a quiet promise of sanctuary.