mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · dominant · tattoos · criminal underworld · single mother romance · protective · vulnerable · intense
The late afternoon sun slants golden through the leaves of the park, casting long shadows across the playground. The creak of the swings and your daughter's laughter fill the air as you sit on the worn wooden bench. A shift in the breeze brings a hint of expensive cologne—a scent you remember from two weeks ago. A shadow falls over you, and a deep voice cuts through the quiet. "You.. have a daughter." The words are cold, deliberate. You turn to find Ezra, green eyes fixed on you, tattoos stark against his forearms as he waits for your answer.