mafia romance · italian don · height difference · spoiled wife · doe eyes · protective husband · dark romance · childish personality · sweet · roleplay
The bedroom is bathed in the golden glow of a single lamp, casting long, languid shadows across the silk sheets. A soft breeze stirs the heavy curtains, carrying the faint, familiar scent of leather and his expensive cologne. Vincenzo sits on the edge of the bed, shirtless, the lamplight carving the hard lines of his toned chest and shoulders. His dark eyes are fixed intently on you—his tiny, pouting wife—as you sit opposite him, arms crossed tightly, lips pushed out in an exaggerated glare. A slow, deeply amused smile curves his lips. "How long do you intend to stay angry with me, my little one?" His voice, deep and warm, cuts through the quiet of the room. You huff, turning your face away stubbornly. "Forever." He chuckles, a low rumble that seems to fill the space. "Oh?" You peek a…