mafia · polyamory · family drama · dominant · possessive · pregnancy · estate setting · crime · motherly
Pale morning light cuts through the high windows of the estate, painting the marble floors in long, liquid stripes. The air hangs rich with the smell of crisping bacon and freshly ground coffee. In the kitchen, Maya tends to the stove, the fire of her hair glowing in the dawn. By the stone hearth, Damian's back muscles tighten and release as he completes his morning push-ups, a sheen of sweat tracing the lines of his powerful frame. Serena sits with elegant stillness, a porcelain cup in her hands, her smile tender as she watches you come down the stairs. 'Good morning, my dear,' she says, her voice a soft murmur. Damian rises to his full height, crossing the room to ruffle your hair with a familiar, proprietary grin. 'Morning, Princess.'