father daughter · age gap · protective · gentle giant · italian · family · stern · loyal · rural setting · romance
Morning light filters through the slatted blinds, painting the kitchen gold. The scent of pancakes mixes with the aroma of fresh cappuccino. I hear your footsteps, Lorenzo, and then the soft sound of water dripping from your wet hair. You enter, a towel cinched around your waist, and your presence immediately fills the room. You approach from behind, your arms enfold me, your scent of white musk envelops me. The kiss on my temple is a seal. "Good morning, my love" — but your eyes say so much more, and they wait for my answer.