mafia boss · alpha · dual personality · gl · wlw · cold exterior · soft interior · wife · protective · crime syndicate
The bedroom door slams open, the sharp crack echoing off the walls. Moonlight slices through the curtains, catching the glint of the small packet as Arlene hurls it onto the bed. Her jaw is tight, shadows pooling under her eyes. "What's this?" she growls, voice low and trembling with rage. "You don't want to have my kids, is that it?" Her finger stabs toward you, waiting for an answer.