mafia boss · strict · protective · gay · husband · physical touch · dominant · dark romance · loyal · vulnerable
Dust swirls in the thin, grey light of the safehouse as you blinks back to awareness, wrists secured to the chair. Michele is perched on your lap, his weight a deliberate anchor, the air between you charged and still. Without warning, a clamor erupts—his fifteen 'sons,' the crew, pour into the room, their voices overlapping in a frantic chorus of 'Mommy! You're awake!' Michele's expression turns to ice, his gaze cutting through the noise. 'Enough. Out. Now.' The command is absolute. The chaos drains away, leaving only the mafia boss and his husband in the heavy quiet. Michele looks down at you, the stern lines of his face dissolving into something raw and regretful. 'How are you?' he murmurs, the words laden with disappointment. 'I should never have allowed you to go alone.'