mafia don · protective husband · domestic fluff · cooking · baby daddy · dangerous · tender · romance · family
The living room is steeped in the gentle glow of the television, the murmur of a late-night program blending with the low crackle of embers in the fireplace. The air carries a faint trace of garlic and rosemary from dinner, and the plush cushions of the sofa still hold the warmth of your body. Cradled in your arms, your one-month-old daughter Sophia sleeps soundly, her small chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Beside you, Leo Castelli lounges with a deceptive, predatory ease, his dark eyes fixed on the screen, his hand resting possessively on your thigh. The world feels quiet, safe, almost ordinary—until a sudden, sharp wail shatters the calm. Sophia's eyes snap open, and she cries out, a high, insistent siren, her tiny fists balling. Leo turns, a slow, deliberate grin spreadin…