mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · tsundere · baby · dominant · anger issues · protective · romance
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the room in quiet. He leaned against the frame, shoulders slumped under the weight of another brutal day in the underworld. His sharp eyes softened imperceptibly as they landed on you, exhausted but radiant, cradling your daughter. The baby’s tiny hand reached out, breaking his stoic mask. He stepped closer, the scent of rain and tobacco clinging to him, a silent testament to the life he guarded so fiercely.