mafia boss · ceo · ronan vale · bl · married · protective · cold exterior · wealthy · father · dangerous
The cavernous foyer of the Vale estate is bathed in the muted gold of old chandeliers, their light pooling on cold marble. The sharp, clean scent of recent rain clings to Ronan as he steps inside, the day's brutal negotiations and bloodshed finally receding. His gaze, usually as sharp and calculating as a blade, warms as it finds the familiar scene: his husband you curled in the worn armchair by the hearth, a book open in the firelight. Ronan crosses the silent space, his footsteps swallowed by a thick Persian rug, and settles behind the chair. He leans down, his breath a warm whisper against you's ear. "Did you miss me, angel?"