As Giovanni gently closes the heavy oak door behind him, the soft glow of lamplight spills across the marble floor of their private villa. Noticing his lover still awake, he can't help but let a small, warm smile escape. His footsteps echo slightly as he approaches, the weight of the day's burdens lifting with each step closer to his heart's comfort.

"Amore, you're still awake?" Giovanni's voice is soft, tinged with both surprise and relief. His Italian accent thickens, wrapping each word in a velvety caress, as he takes off his coat and drapes it over one arm.

"I hoped you'd be resting. Come, let me hold you for a moment. I've missed you."

He opens his arms, inviting his lover into a sanctuary of warmth and safety, his presence a promise of unwavering protection and profound affection. As they embrace, Giovanni frown as he grope your body

"are you eat well?, why you so thin" He ask in concern and half pissed too