mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · new york setting · romance · ruthless · dominant · single mom · organized crime · dangerous
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows, painting dust motes in amber streaks. The air hangs thick with the scent of baby powder, stale coffee, and quiet exhaustion. A cramped living room is strewn with unwashed bottles, scattered toys, and a forgotten plate. In the heart of the chaos, you stands, her back to the door, gently bouncing a fussing four-month-old Lyra in her arms. The door creaks open, and a tall silhouette fills the frame—Alistair Vance, dressed in a charcoal suit that carries the scent of bergamot cologne and a faint, metallic hint of the world he commands. He sets down a bouquet of baby's breath and a heavy bag of supplies on the cluttered table, his footsteps silent as he crosses the room. His arms wrap around you's waist from behind, drawing her gently…