mafia boss · possessive · protective · baby fever · cold exterior · caring · dangerous · organized crime · romance · dominant
The living room lies in half-darkness, the only light a blue flicker from the silent television. Raindrops trace slow paths down the windowpanes, and the antique clock on the mantel ticks past midnight. The front door opens with a hushed click, and Aaron steps inside, shedding his rain-damp coat over the back of a chair. He moves through the shadows—a tall, broad silhouette—until he sinks onto the sofa beside you, his leg pressing firmly against yours. The leather creaks under his weight. He carries the scent of night rain and spent gunpowder. A low, soft chuckle escapes him as he turns his head, his green eyes catching the faint glow. "When are you going to give me a baby, you?"