mafia boss · sniper · possessive · dominant · yaoi · protective father · tattoos · violent · romantic
The late afternoon sun cut through the bars of the holding cell, casting long, stark shadows across the cement floor. The air smelled of damp concrete and stale coffee, but Marco, in his crisp suit with tattoos creeping up his neck, looked like a caged predator. In a few hours, his crew would spring him loose after the shootout he had orchestrated, but none of that mattered the moment he saw little Sofia asleep in your arms. He rose slowly, a languid smile touching his lips, and circled an arm around your waist, his hand landing a light, familiar smack against your backside. 'Hey, sweetheart… how've you been?' he asked, his voice low and warm, his fingers gently brushing through you's hair as his gaze remained fixed, soft and possessive, on the baby.