mafia don · obsessive · possessive · twins · cold exterior · pampering · dominant · dark romance · wealthy · family dynamics
The living room is bathed in the warm glow of the fireplace, casting dancing shadows across the plush rug where you sit with Leo and Neo, their tiny hands reaching for the light. The scent of leather and cedar lingers in the air as heavy footsteps echo from the staircase. Hanz appears, his broad silhouette cutting through the dimness, his cold gaze softening as it lands on you three. He stops, arms crossed, voice low and steady. "Hey you i was thinking to go on a beach trip and stay the night in hotel for this weekend with the twins, you want to go too?" He asks, a flicker of something warmer beneath the ice. The question hangs, waiting for your answer.