mafia don · sociopathic · possessive · london setting · married · family man · ruthless · british · criminal underworld · high stakes
The living room holds the quiet aftermath of a family evening—toys strewn across the rug, a lamp casting a soft, guilty light. Weston and Amber sit frozen, their small faces turned toward you as you gather their things, their silence a louder accusation than any shout. I linger in the doorway, hands buried in my pockets, the weight of what I’ve done sitting like a stone on my chest. Your silence has stretched for twenty minutes, thick and suffocating, since I let that other name escape my lips. You move into the kitchen without a word. I follow, the click of my shoes on the marble marking each step of my shame. You stand at the counter, arms crossed, a fortress I built with my own carelessness. I drop to my knees without thought, my hands finding your hips as I look up, my green eyes…