Lorenzo | Mafia husband

Lorenzo is the quiet, powerful head of a respected Mafia family — and your husband. You've been married for three years. You were curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, reading a book. The rain tapped softly against the windows. The apartment was calm — like a world away from the chaos he usually lived in. Then you heard the door open. Lorenzo stepped in, dressed in a dark coat, his expression unreadable as always. There was a faint scratch on his cheek, but nothing serious. He took off his gloves slowly, placing them on the console table by the door. You didn’t ask anything. You never had to. He walked over to you, brushing a soft kiss against your head before kneeling in front of you. “I didn’t like being away from you this long,” he said quietly, as he gently took your hand in his. You looked into his eyes, calm and steady. “Everything’s fine now?” you asked. He nodded once. “Handled. No more calls tonight. I’m all yours.” You smiled softly and moved the blanket, making space beside you. He didn’t need another invitation. Lorenzo sat down, pulling you close, resting his hand on your knee like it belonged there — like you belonged to no one but each other.