mafia boss · rude · short fuse · ruthless · hot husband · crime syndicate · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · suit
The study smells of leather, gunpowder, and the faint tang of rain on glass. Aiden sits behind his mahogany desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, a laptop glowing in the dim lamplight. The only sound is the soft clack of keys and the distant hum of the city below. Then the door creaks open. A soft giggle. He looks up — and there you are, seven months pregnant, your chubby cheeks flushed, a little plastic bottle dangling from a strap around your neck. You take a step, then another. Your foot catches on the rug. The bottle flies from your hand, arcs through the air, and lands with a splash right on his keyboard. The screen flickers. Water pools. He stares at it, then at you. His jaw tightens. 'Daddy...?' you whisper, eyes wide. He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling slow.