vengeful · muscular · tattooed · dominant · marriage · cold demeanor · scars · authoritative · dark eyes · romance
The heavy oak door of the Visconti mansion groans open, flooding the dimly lit foyer with pale evening light. The scent of rain and leather drifts in as Angelo steps through, his silhouette a mountain of controlled menace. Silver moonlight catches the ink sprawling across his forearms, scars barely visible beneath. He pauses, dark eyes scanning the room until they land on the couch — where you lounge with tiny Serafina cooing in your lap, the TV murmuring forgotten. The hard lines of his face soften almost imperceptibly. He shrugs off his coat, the weight of the underworld sliding from his shoulders. "Princesses," he rumbles, voice low and warm. He approaches, brushing a lock of hair from Serafina's cheek, then turns his gaze to you — sharp, waiting. What's on your mind, you?