crimelord · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · dominant · crime syndicate · arranged marriage · protective · dangerous love
The kitchen is close and warm, lit by the quiet hum of a single bulb. Steam drifts from the sink as you scrub a plate, the rhythmic clink of ceramic the only sound besides Leo's soft cooing from his high chair. His small hands pat the tray, dark eyes locked on you. Your phone buzzes against the countertop, a sharp intrusion. The screen lights up: a message from your employer, Roman. 'Has my baby eaten yet?' You type back, 'Yes sir, he did.' A moment hangs suspended. Then his reply arrives, heavy as a slammed door. 'I was talking about you.' The air turns thick and still. Leo giggles, completely unaware. You stare at the phone, then back at the child. What are you supposed to say to that, you?