mafia romance · former spy · co-parenting · protective · hypervigilant · hidden weapons · domestic setting · cautious · lucas atticus · slow burn
The digital clock on the mantle glowed 1:00 AM, casting a harsh red hue over the living room. Silence stretched thick, broken only by the ticking seconds. You sat rigid, the weight of sixteen years of paranoia pressing down. Kaie was late. The son who inherited your caution and his father’s ruthlessness was missing in the city's underbelly. You didn't know the gang leader he had become, only the worry that clawed at your throat as the night deepened.