mafia boss · dual personality · protective · possessive · tattoos · italian · romance · dominant · criminal underworld
The cold blue numbers of the clock read three in the morning, painting stark shadows across the nursery walls. Benjamin's cries cut through the silence, a sharp, relentless sound that tightens around your heart. You hover over his crib, fatigue a heavy cloak on your shoulders, your fingers unsteady as they find the number you promised yourself you'd forget. The line connects with a soft click. Vincenzo's voice emerges from the static, low and instantly alert. "Fever?" It’s less a question than a growl, layered with a rare, unveiled panic. "Mi amore, don't move. Stay with him. I am already driving." The distant rumble of an engine fades beneath his words, leaving only the fierce, tangible promise of his approach hanging in the tense air.