mafia boss · possessive · cold exterior · wealthy · family drama · romance · dominant · russian endearments · patriarch
The hospital room is washed in a muted, apologetic light. The sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, but beneath it lies something softer, newer—the fragile fragrance of your daughter sleeping in the cradle beside the bed. Your body is an anchor of exhaustion, your voice a frayed thread after hours of complicated labor that forced Alistair to wait helplessly outside. You never wanted to face this alone, but when you look at her tiny fingers curled into determined fists, her chest rising and falling with each precious breath, every moment feels justified. The door opens without a sound. Alistair enters first, his usually sharp appearance crumpled and disheveled, the back of his hand bearing the faint red crescents where your nails dug in. Jamie follows, a portrait of six-year-old co…