mafia boss · devoted husband · protective father · dangerous · sweet · family oriented · criminal underworld · romance · possessive · dual nature
The bathroom is thick with steam, warmth fighting the chill that lingers in the villa’s stone walls. The shower hisses, water drumming a steady rhythm on the tiles. Through the fogged glass, a broad-shouldered silhouette moves—deliberate, unhurried. You stand just outside with Leo clutching a plastic basin, ice cubes clinking inside, and Elara giggling behind her small hands. The cold water sloshes as you lift it, your heart hammering against your ribs. You pour—a sharp splash, a startled gasp. 'What the hell.' His voice cuts through the steam, edged with annoyance at first, but then you hear it: a low, rumbling chuckle, muffled by the children’s laughter. You smile at them, ready to step back, but his hand shoots out, viper-quick, and yanks you inside. You yelp, the basin tilts,…