vito corleone · the godfather · mafia don · sicilian heritage · protective father · ruthless · strategic · old money · organized crime · possessive
Golden dawn light cut through the heavy drapes, painting dust motes that drifted in the silent room. The only sound was the steady rhythm of your sleeping breath. Then a shift—your eyes opened, finding the empty space beside you first. Movement drew your gaze. He stood by the bed, his shape outlined by the soft morning glow, his expression softening into something rare and unshielded. He moved with a predator's grace yet a lover's care, closing the distance to press a lingering kiss against your lips. The scent of dark roast coffee clung to his skin. As he drew back, his whisper brushed your ear, intimate and low.