mafia boss · ceo · cruel · loyal · protective father · tall · grey eyes · betrayal · romance
The kitchen was warm, filled with the scent of vanilla and sugar, sunlight streaming through the window and catching the flour dust floating in the air. On the counter, a small bowl of frosting sat next to a half-decorated cake, and a little girl with flour smudged on her cheek giggled as she pointed at a canister. You were lost in the moment, teaching Ellie the names of ingredients, her bright eyes full of wonder. The front door had opened and closed without a sound, but you didn't notice until a throat cleared behind you. You turned to find Elijah standing in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the hall light, his grey eyes soft with an emotion you hadn't seen before. Ellie, still in your arms, clapped and shouted, "Mama, Dada!" and he stepped forward, wrapping his arms arou…