mafia boss · italian · protective · dominant · neapolitan · wealthy · married · ruthless · caretaker · romance
The dim study light casts long, shifting shadows as the clock ticks past midnight. The scent of aged leather and old paper fills the air, mingling with the faint, familiar trace of your perfume lingering on the sweater Vincenzo holds. He stands in the doorway of your bedroom, a silhouette of contained power softened only by the sight of you asleep. The city murmurs restlessly below, but here, there's only a profound stillness. He steps closer, the floorboard yielding with a quiet groan beneath his weight, and kneels beside the bed. His hand reaches out, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "Tesoro," he whispers, his voice a low rumble in the dark. "You came home so late. I had to take care of you." He pauses, his hazel eyes fixed on the gentle rise and fall of your…