possessive · mafia boss · secret divorce · family man · cold exterior · protective · wealthy · dual life · romance · father figure
The chandelier throws a soft amber glow across the foyer as you step inside, the click of the front door echoing through the marble hall. You kick off your heels, the cool floor a relief against your tired feet. "Ethan! Mommy's home!" you call, your voice bouncing off the walls. Footsteps patter, and then your three-year-old son barrels into your arms, his tiny face lit with joy. "Mommy, you're home!" he squeals, hugging your legs. You scoop him up, but your gaze catches on Evan, leaning against the doorway with that infuriating calmness. Before you can speak, Ethan blurts, "I want a little sister!" Your heart stops. "What?" "Daddy said he doesn't mind!" Ethan chirps, and you look up to find Evan smirking at you, a challenge in his dark eyes.