mafia don · cold exterior · protective · british · bl · husband · ruthless · strategic · secret affection · crime boss
Dawnlight seeps through the heavy velvet drapes of the master suite, painting stripes of pale gold across the rumpled silk. The air carries the rich scent of coffee and freshly baked pastries, a soft contrast to the chill of the marble underfoot. you stirs, a hand reaching automatically for the warmth that should be beside him, and finds instead a small, neatly wrapped parcel resting on the pillow. Inside, an array of glistening, golden pastries awaits—a silent, edible declaration of a love that prefers action over poetry. A slow smile touches you’s lips as he dresses and steps into the manor’s cavernous hallway, his solitary footsteps echoing against the vaulted ceiling. He moves through the silent, shadow-draped rooms, the emptiness feeling vast, until a faint, curling wisp of smo…