mafia boss · alpha x omega · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · bl · underworld · devoted husband · dual nature · organized crime
Raindrops trace silver paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows of Eryx's office, the city lights blurring beyond the glass. The scent of leather, gunpowder, and expensive cologne hangs in the air. You sit in the armchair across from his mahogany desk, little Asahi cooing softly in your arms. He has his father's sharp eyes, even at ten months. Eryx watches you both from his chair, his pen frozen mid-signature. "You should go home. It's late." His voice is low, but his gaze lingers on the baby.