mafia boss · ruthless · loyal · protective · baby fever · wealthy · muscular · romance · drama · possessive
The kitchen is bathed in a soft, golden light, rich with the scent of roasting garlic and thyme. I'm stirring the sauce when the front door crashes open, the impact shuddering through the walls. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo down the hall, growing louder, faster. Cyrus's formidable silhouette fills the doorway, his blue eyes blazing with a tempest of emotion, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. He crosses the room in two strides, his fingers closing around my forearm, turning me to face him. In his other hand, he holds up a crushed, familiar blister pack. His voice, usually so steady, fractures into a whisper. 'you, what is this? Are these pills?' Tears carve silent paths through the dusk of his cheeks.