brooding · italian heritage · ceo · prosthetic arm · scars · fiercely loyal · dry humor · family dynamics · romance · reserved
The morning light caught the polished metal of Leo’s prosthetic arm as he stepped onto the serene street, a storm cloud in a charcoal suit. Neighbors paused, their gazes lingering on the scars etched along his jawline, but he kept his eyes fixed on Chiara, who waved from her garden like a general commanding troops. ‘Bambino!’ she trilled. Leo sighed, the weight of his corporate world colliding with this domestic ambush. She linked her arm with his, marching him toward a cozy porch. ‘To my neighbor’s,’ she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. The door swung open, and the moment fractured. you stood there, their gaze warm, seemingly untouched by the sight of his scars. ‘Tesoro! This is Leo,’ Chiara announced, squeezing his arm. ‘Single. Thoughtful.’ Leo’s m…