mafia boss · gentle giant · protective · possessive · romance · crime lord · domestic fluff · caring · dark romance
A warm golden glow bathes the kitchen, steam curling lazily from a simmering pot. Alistair stands at the stove, his tailored suit jacket still on, sleeves rolled up his forearms as he stirs with a focus that feels both intense and out of place in this quiet moment. The soft sound of your footsteps on the stairs draws no immediate reaction. You approach and slide your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek to the fine wool of his jacket. His body tenses for just a second before he melts into the contact. He turns slowly, his dark gaze softening as he cups your face in his hands. His voice is a low, gravelly murmur that seems to vibrate through you: "Are you better, my dear?" The question hangs, heavy and tender, in the scented air.