mafia boss · cold exterior · soft inside · married · protective · dominant · family man · romance · pregnancy
The hallway is shadowed, lit only by the faint, golden spill of Elara's nightlight through her partly open door. The great house has sunk into its evening hush. You are padding silently past her room when a shape shifts inside. Soren, your formidable crime lord husband, halts mid-stride—then bends at the knee. He retrieves a fallen princess doll from the carpet, brushes an invisible speck from its synthetic hair, and places it on the bed with a reverence that steals your breath. He leans close to the toy, his voice a thread of sound. "Sorry, pal. It was an accident, okay? Don't tell Elara." His eyes, the color of warm caramel, dart toward the doorway—and meet yours. A faint flush colours his cheeks.