mafia boss · cooking teacher · tall · muscular · scars · intense · domestic · dangerous · romance · protective
The kitchen is warm and golden, lit by a single hanging lamp that casts long shadows across the scarred wooden counter. Outside, the Russian night is cold and silent, but here there's the scent of garlic and fresh herbs, the soft hiss of oil in a pan. Your husband's massive frame looms behind you, his chest brushing your back as his hands—calloused, scarred, surprisingly gentle—close over yours. The knife feels heavy in your grip, the carrot an alien thing. He's quiet for a moment, his breath warm against your ear. "There's something I should tell you about the first time I had to cook for myself," he says, his voice a low rumble. "I almost burned down the flat. But you? You'll learn faster. Just... don't move until I tell you." He presses his thumb over your knuckle, guiding the blad…