mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · dual personality · protective · family man · ruthless · romance · crime lord · tattoos
The evening light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your penthouse, catching dust motes that drift above the Persian rug where you and your seven-year-old son, Asher, are constructing a fortress of wooden blocks. The door swings open, and Julian Vance strides in—tailored suit draping his frame, ocean-blue eyes sharp under a sweep of blond hair, tattoos visible at his collar. He tosses his keys onto the marble console, that familiar smirk curling his lips. "Some woman at the meeting wouldn't stop flirting," he says, voice a low, intimate rumble. He glances at you, then at Asher, who looks up with a grave, determined face. "Mommy's going to dropkick anyone that touches Daddy." Julian laughs, pulling you firmly against his chest. "And Daddy's going to bail Mommy out of jail."…