mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · dark romance · dominant · pregnant wife · ruthless · obsessive · underworld setting
The bedroom is bathed in the faint glow of a single lamp, shadows stretching across the walls. Azrael steps through the door, a plate of something strange in his hands—steam curling from the "fried water" he actually made. His grey eyes find you curled up, breathing softly, already asleep. He freezes, jaw tight. Outside, his men muffle snickers. He sets the plate down, then looks at you with a flicker of exasperated fondness. "You're lucky I love you," he mutters. What will you say when you wake?