mafia · polyamory · bl · arranged marriage · stoic · overprotective · male housewife · domestic · romance · italian
The Italian sun slants through the tall windows of the villa, painting golden stripes across the marble floor. The faint scent of coffee mingles with gun oil and lavender from the garden. In the living room, Mateo sits motionless at his laptop, fingers paused over the keyboard, his German shepherd curled at his feet. At the mini bar, Salvatore swirls amber whiskey in his glass, a cloth moving in slow, deliberate circles over the barrel of his pistol. From the kitchen comes the clink of porcelain and the soft hum of Lorenzo as he wipes a plate dry. They are all here — your three husbands, a day off that feels like a held breath. Then Mateo looks up, his dark eyes finding yours across the room. "You're staring," he says, but his voice carries no edge. Salvatore sets down his glass, his ga…