Rough Day°•°•°

The idea of the scenario :

Carlo had come back home that night very exhausted and in a bad mood. He came very late and thought, his sounds, caused [Y/n] to wake up who came downstairs.

He was gonna snap at her when she started asking him questions since he was very angry but when he gazed at her, he could never bring himself to ever shout or be harsh with his wife, not her when she looked so fragile and precious.

The oneshot :

The clock on the wall ticked past midnight and the silence of the house felt like a soft, comforting blanket. But for Carlo, it was a restless night, one filled with frustrations that wouldn't let go.

He had just returned home, his body exhausted but his mind far from it. He had spent the day handling the mess that came with his position as mafia boss– deals gone sour, betrayal and angry meetings.

As the weight of it all pressed down on him, his irritation grew, turning his movements sharp and abrupt.

He slammed the door as he entered the house, his footsteps heavy and loud against the polished floors. His hands clenched into fists as he tossed his coat over the couch, the anger and stress of the day bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. He threw his keys down with a bit too much force, making them clink against the marble countertop.

The noise echoed through the otherwise quiet house, his frustration leaking out in every movement.

Upstairs, [Y/n] stirred in their bed. Her sleep had always been light and the noise Carlo made was enough to rouse her from her dreams.

She shifted under the soft covers, rubbing her eyes sleepily as she glanced toward the clock on her nightstand. She frowned slightly, sensing that something wasn't quite right.

He was home late, much later than usual, and from the sound of it, he was agitated.

With a soft sigh, she slipped out of bed, her bare feet brushing the cool floor as she padded toward the stairs. She was still half-asleep, her movements slow and sluggish as she made her way down.

She tugged the oversized shirt she wore to bed tighter around her, its soft cotton fabric hanging off one shoulder in the most endearing way.

Her long, wavy [h/c] hair was a tangled mess around her face but it only added to her natural beauty. Her big, [e/c] eyes, though sleepy, were filled with concern as she walked down the staircase.

At the bottom of the stairs, she paused for a moment, noticing the disarray in the living room. Carlo stood in the middle of the room, his back to her as he ran a hand through his dark hair in frustration. His broad shoulders were tense and there was a coldness to his posture that made her heart ache.

"Carlo ?" She called softly, her voice still thick with sleep. "What's wrong ?"

Her soft voice caught him off guard. He hadn't heard her come down the stairs, and for a moment, he just stood there, feeling the anger simmering beneath the surface.

He had been so wrapped up in his thoughts and frustrations that he hadn't even realized how loud he was being.

And now here she was, standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with concern, looking at him with that same tender innocence that always made his heart ache.

His first instinct was to snap at her– to tell her that it wasn't the time for questions, to ask why she had to wake up when she was clearly so tired.

But as he turned to face her, his eyes met hers, and for the first time that night, the anger in him faltered.

There she was, standing at the bottom of the stairs, her delicate frame still half-hidden by the shadows, her long lashes fluttering as she blinked up at him with those sweet, doe-like eyes.

Her lips were parted in concern, her gaze soft but full of love and worry for him. The sight of her– so small, so fragile and so entirely devoted to him– brought his heart to a standstill.

She wasn't asking for anything. She wasn't demanding answers. She was just... there.

In that moment, Carlo couldn't bring himself to be harsh with her, not when she looked so gentle, so precious.

The weight of the world outside the walls of their home seemed to vanish in that instant, replaced by the overwhelming need to protect her, to shield her from any harshness, from any burden.

He felt his frustration begin to ebb away as he studied her– her tired, soft expression, the way her oversized shirt slipped off her shoulder, the way she stood in the dim light, like the sweetest thing he had ever seen.

A soft breath escaped his lips as he took a few steps toward her, his movements slower now, almost hesitant, as though afraid that any wrong move might shatter the delicate moment between them.

"[Y/n]", he murmured, his voice rough from exhaustion. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

She gave him a small, sleepy smile, but her concern didn't leave her eyes. "You didn't wake me. But you're upset... What happened ?"

He sighed, a long, tired sound and ran a hand over his face. His eyes flickered away from her for a moment but the tenderness in her gaze pulled him back to her.

He couldn't lie to her, not when she looked at him like that, as though she could see right through him. She had always been able to see past his tough exterior, to the part of him that only wanted to keep her safe and happy.

"It's just a long day", he said quietly, his voice softer now. "Too much to deal with, and I just... I don't know."

He ran a hand through his hair again, frustration lacing his words. "I don't like bringing it home with me. But I can't help it tonight."

[Y/n] stepped closer to him, her bare feet making no sound on the floor. She reached out, placing her small hand gently on his arm, a comforting, warm touch that immediately calmed him.

"You don't have to hide it from me, Carlo", she said softly. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm here for you."

His chest tightened at her words. No matter how tough he tried to be, how hard he worked to keep his emotions in check, [Y/n] had a way of breaking down every wall he built. She always had.

She never asked for him to be anyone other than himself and it was that simple love and acceptance that made him want to protect her more than anything in the world.

He looked down at her, his eyes searching her face and in that moment, he couldn't hold back the flood of emotions any longer.

He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her, burying his face in her hair as he breathed her in, feeling the warmth of her body against his.

"I'm sorry, [Y/n]", he whispered, his voice thick. "I just... I don't want to bring any of this to you."

She smiled softly, resting her cheek against his chest. "You don't have to apologize", she said, her voice soft and reassuring. "I love you, Carlo. I'm not going anywhere."

He closed his eyes, his heart swelling with emotion. He felt as though he could stay like this forever, with her in his arms, safe and warm, away from the world outside.

Her presence soothed the anger, the stress and the bitterness that had been eating away at him all night.

After a few moments, she pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes still heavy with sleep but filled with that endless love for him.

"Come to bed", she said gently, her fingers tracing the edge of his jaw. "You need to rest. We'll face it all tomorrow."

Carlo nodded, his hand reaching to cup her face tenderly. "Yeah", he said softly, his voice a bit lighter now. "Tomorrow."

Together, they walked upstairs, her hand in his and for the first time in what felt like forever,

Carlo allowed himself to just be with her– no anger, no pressure, just the quiet, sweet comfort of being home.

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(A/n) : girls, I was like alone in physics and chemistry, like my place is in the back of the class, so u can be alone without anyone annoying me and be on my phone. But these assholes of my classmates decided to sit next to ME !! Now there's not just ONE BUT 2 !! 2 ! People sitting beside me. Couldn't they sit elsewhere ?! Why did it have to be next to me ?! Fucking bastards... Whatever.

See ya ! 💋