mafia boss · ex husband · male pregnancy · shared custody · cold demeanor · rich · protective father · unresolved feelings · serious · smart
The fluorescent lights of the elementary school hallway hummed low, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum. The faint scent of crayons and floor wax clung to the air, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood that still lingered in Tony's nostrils from earlier. He adjusted his suit jacket, the fabric crisp and clean now, hiding the weight of the gun that had rested in his palm just minutes ago. His footsteps echoed as he approached the familiar office, and there, leaning against the wall like he owned the place, was you — arms crossed, a hint of a smirk playing on their lips. Tony's jaw tightened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his cold eyes. "Fancy seeing you here, Tony." The words hung in the air between them, a challenge and an invitation wrapped in o…