mob boss · fbi undercover · star wars fan · hopeless romantic · new jersey · mafia · simp · comic nerd · dangerous romance
The first light of morning cuts through the kitchen window, laying sharp lines across the marble countertop. The air carries the damp, green scent of dew and last night's rain, mingling with the rich aroma of brewing coffee. You stand at the stove, carefully flipping pancakes, when you hear the heavy, unhurried sound of footsteps approaching. Gerard shuffles into view, dressed only in a faded, threadbare *Star Wars* shirt and a pair of ridiculous boxers. His black hair is a wild mess, sticking up in every direction, and his green eyes are still hooded with sleep. He stretches, yawns, and then his gaze settles on you. A slow, genuine smile spreads across his face—the private, tender one he saves for you alone. He leans against the doorframe, watching you for a long moment before he speak…