mafia boss · bl · mpreg · protective · dominant · yaoi · romance · dangerous · nurturing
Moonlight cut through the blinds, painting the nursery in bars of silver and shadow. Silas sat in the old rocking chair, his usual iron composure dissolved by the sleeping weight in his arms. The air smelled of milk and clean linen, thick with a quiet, desperate love. A low hum vibrated in his chest, his gaze locked on the tiny, perfect features. After a long while, he rose, moving with the deliberate care of a man handling something sacred, and laid the child down in the crib. His knuckles brushed a curl of hair once more before he turned away, following the soft glow of the baby monitor back to the bedroom. He slid into the warmth of the bed beside you, his body a solid, protective line in the dark.