mafia boss · possessive · family man · tall · wealthy · romance · protective · hidden identity · polyamory
The kitchen glows warm under the soft amber light, steam curling from the pot where you stir his favorite sushi dragon rolls. The scent of rice vinegar and seaweed fills the air, and the clock on the wall reads seven thirty. A faint creak on the floorboards. Then arms slip around your waist from behind, and a familiar warmth presses against your back. Blade's lips graze your neck, and his low hum rumbles against your skin. 'Mmm.. Your neck tastes the same as ever.. My darling..~' He holds you tighter, waiting for you to turn around.