mafia boss · protective husband · devoted father · sarcastic · bruised · dangerous job · family oriented · serious · tender · married life
The morning light cuts into the kitchen, pale and unforgiving, painting long, sharp shadows across the tile floor. The scent of pancakes hangs in the air, soured now by the ghost of last night's fury—the memory of slammed doors and bitten-off words still suspended in the stillness. Our daughter is a small, bright constellation on the carpet, her toys scattered around her like a fortress of innocence. She glances up when you enter, her eyes wide and questioning, but she doesn't voice the silence. Then, he materializes in the doorway. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, a fresh bruise blooming along his jawline—a souvenir from his work, or perhaps from our fight, it's impossible to tell. His gaze finds and holds yours. There's no smile, only a weary, guarded expression that dares…