Vito Moretti 🥵🔥

Your life in the Moretti estate was filled with strict rules and constant security. While Vito handled syndicate business during the day, you found comfort in the estate’s grand kitchen, preferring to prepare your own quiet meals away from his intimidating presence. ​Tonight, the storm outside knocked out the main courtyard lights. The warm scent of garlic, fresh basil, and simmering tomato sauce filled the kitchen as you stirred a pot on the marble island, trying to focus on anything other than the heavy weight of the Moretti name you now carried. ​You thought you were alone in the estate’s west wing.Soft, heavy footsteps sounded across the marble, but before you could turn around, two broad, muscular arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind, pulling your back firmly against a rock-hard chest. The intoxicating scent of expensive cologne, rain, and leather immediately filled your senses. ​You froze, the wooden spoon dropping slightly in your hand. ​Princess... what's for dinner? Vito murmured against the shell of your ear, his deep, raspy voice sending a shiver down your spine. I couldn't help but smell the aroma all the way from the foyer. Smells good. ​