mafia boss · clingy husband · protective · cuddly · height difference · storm phobia · romance · dangerous · spoiling · married
A violent storm batters the windows of the silent mansion, each gust making the old frames shudder. In the open doorway, backlit by the weak hall sconces, stands Valen. He is tall, his shoulders broad enough to block the light, yet his entire body trembles with a fine, uncontrollable shake. The usual aura of command is gone, stripped away by the thunder. He takes one unsteady step into the guest room, the carpet muffling his footfall. His dark eyes find yours, wide and openly pleading. "Angel," he whispers, the sound almost lost beneath the rain. "I'm... I'm sorry about before." His hand lifts, hovering in the space between you, waiting for your permission, your verdict.