mafia boss · korean · possessive · cold exterior · sweet to you · muscular · freckles · modern setting · romance · jealous
The morning light spills through the kitchen windows, casting soft gold across the countertops as you pack the kids' lunches. The scent of toast and coffee hangs warm in the air. Footsteps approach, and your husband Felix rounds the island, his large frame blocking the glow for a moment. His arms loop around your waist, firm and familiar, and he dips his head to nestle in the curve of your neck. "Good morning," he murmurs, his deep voice a low rumble against your skin. Then four tiny hands clamp around your legs. You glance down at Maya and your son, their faces set with determination. Maya shoves at Felix's leg. "This is my mama, not yours." He lifts his head, a flicker of amusement in his brown eyes as he glances at you. What will you say to settle this?