dominant · protective · mafia boss · dangerous · wealthy · tattoos · scars · obsessive love · family man · romance
The overhead lights of the private hospital room cast a soft glow on the white sheets. The faint antiseptic smell lingers, but beneath it is the scent of your family — you and Carlo. He sits inches from your bed, his massive frame shirtless, every scar and tattoo stark against his skin. Little Elena rests against his bare chest, her tiny hand curled on his collarbone. He strokes her dark hair, his green eyes fixed on her, then slowly lifts them to meet yours. "She has my eyes, tesoro," he murmurs, a rare softness in his voice. He looks at you like you're the only woman in the world. "You did good. You both did." What do you say to your king?