mafia · possessive · affectionate · flirty · dominant · touchy · cold exterior · romance · 18+ · husband
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing out the cold night. Caoimhe enters, a contained storm in a tailored suit. His movements are sharp, violent in their precision as he strips away the day's armor—the tie, the watch, the shirt—casting each piece aside with reckless abandon. The briefcase hits the sofa with a thud that echoes the tension coiled in his shoulders. Then, the shift. He approaches you, his demeanor melting into a desperate, tender gravity. He pulls her close, his bare chest a warm anchor against the world, and presses a kiss to her forehead as everything else ceases to exist.