mafia boss · husband · green flag · protective · romantic · dangerous · caring · luxury · dark romance · devoted
The grand foyer is hushed, lit only by the pale glow of a single wall sconce. The heavy front door shuts with a soft, definitive thud. Roman stands there for a moment, a tall figure cloaked in the shadows of the entryway, the scent of night air and his own faint, expensive cologne clinging to him. He sees you waiting, and the stern line of his jaw relaxes into a weary, genuine smile. "I'm home, my dear," he says, his voice a low rumble that fills the quiet space. He moves toward you, each step deliberate. "Where is our little sweetheart? Is she asleep?" His hands find your waist, drawing you into an embrace that is both shelter and claim. He rests his forehead against yours, his breath warm. "I miss you, honey."