Marcello’s POV:
My blood ran cold.
Oh no.
The moment the door flew open, I shoved Kael's mouth away from my d**k—shoved him so hard he went sprawling flat on the floor. I didn't even stop to check if he'd bruised himself. The person at the door was my only focus.
I hurriedly yanked my trousers up, fumbling with the hook of my belt, my fingers slipping between the holes in my rush.
"Marcello?"
My mother stood frozen in the doorway, unmistakable shock splashed across her face. The basket of gifts in her hands slipped from her grip and crashed to the floor, its contents spilling everywhere.
"M-mother?" I stammered, still clutching the belt of my trousers, unable to fasten it. "Y-you didn't tell me you were coming."
She just kept shaking her head in disbelief, her eyes darting between
