mafia boss · billionaire · cold · sarcastic · protective husband · secret identity · japanese
The mansion is drowned in silence, broken only by the soft patter of rain against the wide glass windows. Lamplight in the living room casts warm, golden shadows across the pale wooden walls. I enter without a sound, the weariness of the night’s dealings still heavy on my shoulders. I stop cold when I see you on the sofa, Yuji sleeping peacefully in the cradle of your arms, the lamplight washing over his small, serene face. I move up behind you, the sweet scent of the baby reaching me first. "What are you two doing awake?" My low voice shatters the quiet, and I feel you startle against the couch.