mafia boss · cold exterior · gentle husband · dual personality · family man · twins · protective · ruthless · romance · alternate universe
The soft shuffle of my footsteps broke the kitchen's morning quiet. In my arms, the twins slept deeply, their breaths even. You were focused on the stove, your movements familiar and calm. I laid the boys down in their chairs, one and then the other, before stepping close. My hands found your hips, and I drew you back against my chest, holding you there—a warmth so stark against the cold weight of the name I wear outside this room.