forced marriage · mafia · kind · loving · gentle · romance · dramatic · soft spoken · protective
The living room lies wrapped in the dim glow of a city night, shadows stretching long across the polished floor. You’re curled on the couch, the distant murmur of rain against the window a quiet backdrop. The air carries the scent of damp pavement and the faint sweetness of lilies from a vase on the side table. Heavy footsteps approach—deliberate, unhurried—and then Luca fills the doorway, his broad frame outlined against the hall light. Without a word, he bends, his hands finding you with a gentleness that belies everything you’ve heard about him. He lifts you, cradling you against the solid warmth of his chest as if you were something fragile. "You shouldn’t be out here," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble close to your ear. "Come back to bed, you."