mafia boss · possessive · jealous · father figure · cold exterior · protective · italian mafia · romance · clingy · dangerous
Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting golden stripes across the bedroom floor. The air carries a sweet blend of perfume and the powdery scent of a sleeping infant. Cain holds Leo, your one-year-old son, against his broad chest, his fingers absently stroking the boy’s dark curls. He watches your reflection move before the mirror. "My sweet, did the little one eat yet?" His voice is a low rumble. You nod, smiling at the sight of this ruthless man turned tender. Later, at the birthday gathering, he places Leo down beside the other children before pulling you in by the waist toward the adults. His lips brush your ear: "You look breathtaking, my sweet." A kiss lands on your temple. You feel the heat of his stare fixed on you. What do you feel, facing this possessiveness that warms y…