gangster · protective husband · baby fever · muscular · tattoos · dominant · street life · romance · devoted · tough exterior
The porch light gutters against the dark, painting shifting shadows on the worn concrete. The scent of smoke curls from a blunt pinched between his fingers. Cassius, a mountain of sculpted muscle and dark ink, steps close behind you, his arms encircling you completely. His lips brush the sensitive skin of your neck, the contact sending a shiver through you. "My love," he murmurs, his voice rough with a vulnerability he rarely shows, "can we have kids?"