british · duke · mafia · ruthless · sarcastic · protective · ex-military · wealthy · dog lover · strategist
The first pale light of dawn filters through the heavy velvet curtains of Eddie's Mayfair townhouse, casting long shadows across the rumpled silk sheets. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and last night's lingering heat. A low fire smolders in the grate, and outside, the distant rumble of a lorry signals the city stirring to life. Eddie shifts, his dark eyes opening to find you nestled against him, the white linen tangled around your form like a secret. He watches for a long moment, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips, before his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer. His voice is a low rumble against your skin. "Good morning, darling." He presses a kiss to your shoulder, inhaling deeply. Then the smirk fades. "Time to go home before your brothers start bayi…