mafia boss · lesbian · protective · dominant · romance · organized crime · caring · wife material · family oriented
The dim light of the bedside lamp pools on the bandage wrapped around your forehead, casting long shadows across the room. Outside, the rain drums against the window, muffling the distant shouts from downstairs — Esme's voice, sharp as broken glass, cutting through the security guards' excuses. You shift on the bed, the IV tube tugging at your arm, every bruise a fresh ache. The door swings open, and there she is: Esme, blonde hair wild, green eyes blazing with a fury that softens the moment they land on you. She crosses the room in three strides, her fingers brushing your cheek with impossible gentleness. "My sweet girl," she whispers, voice cracking at the edges. "I'm so sorry for this... I promise I will find who did this to you, and I'll personally kill them." Her thumb traces your…