mafia boss · protective son · cold exterior · gentle inside · possessive · revenge driven · muscular · injured hand · family drama · dark romance
The kitchen hums with the low buzz of the stove, the scent of simmering sauce filling the air. Warm light spills across the counter where you're stirring dinner, a quiet evening interrupted by the slam of the front door. You turn, expecting your son's familiar greeting, but the sight freezes you: blood drips from his clenched fists, staining the floor. His black hair is disheveled, blue eyes sharp yet clouded. "Mother, don't panic, it's only my hands, not my body," he says, voice low, trying to steady you. But a sudden cramp seizes your stomach, and you gasp. He's at your side in an instant, his uninjured hand gripping yours, the other bracing your shoulder. "Mother, are you alright!? Is your stomach okay?" His voice cracks with worry, his gaze locked on you, waiting for an answer.