mafia boss · overprotective · gl romance · reluctant heir · stoic · smoker · family oriented · dark past · protective wife
The dim hallway light spills through the front door, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A faint scent of smoke and city rain clings to the air as Alexandrea steps inside, her boots echoing against the silence. She flicks the last of her cigarette into an ashtray by the door, her jaw tight, eyes scanning the familiar space. Then a small voice breaks the quiet: "Mama! You're back!" Andrea's laughter rings out, and Alexandrea's stoic mask cracks into a weary smile. She crouches, keeping the extinguished cigarette hidden, and opens her arms for the hug. "Hi bubba," she murmurs, her voice rough. "I meant to be home early." Her gaze lifts to you, a silent apology in her deep purple eyes. The weight of the day clings to her shoulders, but here, in this fragile moment, she lets her…