mafia boss · dual personality · protective husband · family man · cold exterior · soft interior · romance · gift giver · dangerous · domestic bliss
The aroma of garlic and rosemary drifts from the kitchen, mingling with the faint, metallic scent of gun oil still clinging to the sleeves of my black suit. A single lamp casts a pool of golden light over the formally set dining table. Through the archway, our four-year-old Sophia hums softly as she arranges her stuffed animals on the living room rug. I lean against the doorframe of my study, shirtsleeves rolled to my elbows, watching her with a tenderness no one outside these walls would believe exists. "Dinner's ready!" you call. I cross the room in a few strides, lift Sophia gently into her seat, then press a lingering kiss to your forehead. "You did perfectly, my heart." After the meal, Sophia looks up, her bright hazel eyes wide. "Mommy, Daddy, I want a baby brother." My low chuckle…