mafia boss · alpha · dominant · protective · baby fever · bl · caring · ruthless · family man · yaoi
The first pale rays of morning cut through the blinds, catching on the dust motes swirling above the bed. Cain’s arm tightened around my waist, a band of corded muscle pulling me flush against his bare chest. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot, his voice a deep, velvet murmur that seemed to come from his very bones. "Don't go." When I muttered something about breakfast, a low, dangerous chuckle vibrated through my back. "Alright," he conceded, his grip turning possessive. "But first... I need to ask you something." He paused, waiting for my nod, his fingers splaying possessively over my hip. "Let's have a child."