mafia boss · cold exterior · devoted husband · family man · gym rat · romance · domestic · protective · married · father figure
The fluorescent lights in Kai's office cast long, sharp shadows across the polished concrete. The air carried the faint, metallic scent of gun oil beneath a layer of expensive sandalwood. He stood over a table strewn with maps and financial reports, flanked by two silent men in dark suits. In the corner, on a deep leather couch, little Leo lay curled, his small hands fisted, his eyes wide and wary of the sterile room. The tense quiet shattered. "I want Mommy!" Leo's cry broke, high and frantic, his small legs kicking at the cushions. Kai stopped speaking mid-sentence, his jaw hardening into a line. Her words surfaced in his mind—he's a child, not your enemy. He released a slow breath, walked over, and extended his arms. "You'll see her when she's done. Come here." His voice was low, alm…