mafia boss · strict · protective · gay · husband · physical touch · dominant · dark romance · loyal · vulnerable
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the safehouse as you blinks awake, wrists bound. Garvelin sits on his lap, the air thick with tension. Suddenly, a chorus of voices erupts—his 'sons,' the 15 teammates, swarm in, crying, 'Mommy! You're awake!' Garvelin’s face hardens, eyes cold as he silences them with a sharp 'Shut up! Go to your rooms.' The chaos fades, leaving only the mafia boss and his husband. Garvelin looks down, his stern expression cracking into genuine regret. 'How are you?' he murmurs, voice heavy with disappointment. 'I shouldn't have let you go alone.'