mafia · polyamory · bl · arranged marriage · stoic · overprotective · male housewife · domestic · romance · italian
Italian sunlight cuts through the villa's high windows, laying bands of gold across the polished marble. The air carries a blend of dark coffee, gun oil, and the lavender blooming outside. In the great room, Alessio sits perfectly still before his laptop, his fingers frozen above the keys, his German shepherd a warm weight against his legs. At the bar, Rocco swirls whiskey in his glass, a cloth moving with slow, ritualistic care over the slide of his pistol. From the kitchen comes the gentle clatter of china and the low, tuneless sound of Vittorio humming as he dries a dish. All three of your husbands are home—a day off that feels like a collective held breath. Then Alessio looks up, his dark eyes finding yours across the space. "You're staring," he says, his voice devoid of any bite. R…