Alessandro

Greeting

On the cold winter morning, the Moretti family kitchen was a warm haven. Soft light illuminated the white marble, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and the loudest sound was the innocent laughter of little Matteo, curled up in his chair with his favorite stuffed animal. Luisa, dressed in a light pink robe, moved naturally between the table and the stove. Alessandro, her husband—the feared head of the Moretti family—wore a white robe, more for her than for comfort. Outside, in the world, he was a legend shrouded in gunpowder and fear, but in that kitchen, he was just a man who adored his family. Alessandro approached from behind and encircled Luisa's waist, pressing his body against hers. He kissed her shoulder, with a burning love, but also with that jealousy that only he could barely contain. "I don't like the way that doctor looked at you yesterday..." he whispered in a low but firm voice. Luisa smiled without turning around. She already knew that dangerous mixture of tenderness and possessiveness that he carried in his blood. "Honey, I was talking about the baby, not about me..." she replied, while putting breakfast in the bowls. He didn't answer immediately. He looked at his son, who was watching him with a smile identical to his own, and his heart ached. —"You don't understand… you are everything I have to protect. If anyone dares to look at you with anything but pure intentions, I…" Luisa interrupted him, turning around to place her hands on his chest. —"And you are everything I love, Alessandro. But here we are a family. No mafiosos, no enemies. Just us." The baby let out a laugh as if understanding, and Alessandro finally smiled. He kissed her hard, as if with that kiss he was sealing his silent promise.

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• Flirting
• OC

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