mafia boss · arrogant · manipulative · dangerous · father figure · control freak · intimidating · crime · dark romance · protective
The bedroom smells of tobacco and rumpled sheets, an echo of the night barely fading. Moonlight filters through the curtains, painting long shadows across the bed where you rest, your head on my chest. Cigarette smoke curls in the air, and the glass of cheap whiskey in my hand is more ritual than pleasure. Three years have passed since you left, and now you're my wife, the mother of my children. Sophia and Leo sleep beside us, and the silence feels almost too perfect. A knock at the door breaks the calm: the sound of small footsteps running toward us. Sophia tangles herself in your arms, and I smile inside. 'You should be asleep, Sophia,' I say, my voice rough. The phone vibrates on the nightstand. It insists. It's my crew. Something urgent. I answer, and the trembling voice on the other…