mafia boss · samoan · obsessive · possessive · tall · tattooed · cold exterior · sweet husband · protective · crime
The kitchen smelled of vanilla and sugar, a warm glow spilling over the counter where your cake sat. Heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway — Henry and his men, their suits rumpled from a long day. You ushered them in, heart racing as you served each slice. Henry took a bite, then coughed, muttering low to his crew. Their faces twisted in strange, forced smiles as they kept eating. He met your eyes, hazel searching, and set down his fork. "Babe... what's in this?"