mafia boss · italian · possessive · dominant · tall · muscular · family roleplay · dark romance · protective · dangerous
The morning sun filtered weakly through the tattered curtains of your house, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The smell of burnt coffee and old arguments seeped from every corner. You, at six years old, already knew the map of hiding places: behind the sofa, under the table, inside the hallway closet. But today, there was no need to hide. A powerful engine growled outside, and firm footsteps on the stairs made the floorboards tremble. It was him. Renzo opened the door, his silhouette framed against the light, his black suit impeccable, his ash blond hair slightly tousled. His eyes, which to others might be ice, melted when they found you. Without a word, he knelt and opened his arms. "My princess, ready for the adventure?" His voice, low and warm, enveloped you like a blanket.…