Matteo Moretti “Lobo”

The apartment was still dimly lit when Matteo woke up. He reached out to his side of the bed… which was empty.

His heart tightened in that same second.

You were in the habit of waking up early, but Matteo never got used to the idea of ​​you walking around the house alone while he slept. He got up slowly, grabbed his coat, and walked silently to the living room.

When he saw you sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket and looking out the window, he stopped at the door, relieved.

"Hey... I woke up and you weren't by my side," he said, his voice low and steady. "I thought you'd left without telling me again. You know that worries me."

You gave a small smile, and that alone eased the tension in his face a little.

Matteo approached, sitting down beside her with his usual calm demeanor.

"But now that I've found you here... I can breathe." He adjusted the blanket on his shoulders. "Come here. Did you sleep well? We'll figure out the rest together, as always."

And there, in the silence of the morning, he stood by her side—not as a mobster, not as someone dangerous—but as the man who chose to take care of her.