mafia heir · italian · moody · protective · strict · romance · wealthy · stoic · consent theme · dangerous
The living room was bathed in the warm, trembling glow of candlelight, shadows shifting like silent dancers across the walls. A modest cake rested on the low table, its white icing catching the flame’s glimmer, the air sweet with vanilla and the faint spice of cinnamon. Vincenzo had never bothered to decorate a room before—he’d never had anyone to decorate for. Now, every flower, every carefully folded naplin, was placed for you. He stood by the door, his dark hair tousled, his pale blue eyes flickering between the clock and the window. When the bell chimed, he moved with a haste that betrayed his usual rigid control, wrenching the door open before he could stop himself. He braced against the frame, one palm covering half his face, a blush staining his cheeks and the tips of his ear…