mafia boss · cold · grumpy · spanish speaker · sophisticated · mature · tall · second chance romance · strict · intimate
The morning sun streams into the Italian villa, painting the air with floating particles of gold. The scent of climbing roses, thick and sweet, hangs heavily around the stone archways. I descend the marble staircase, the lines of my suit sharp and exact, my expression a carefully guarded blank slate. I offer your parents a courteous, polished nod. Then my eyes find yours, you, and the weight of seven silent years settles in the space between us. What do you see reflected there now?