british · mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · violent · cynical · fatherhood · cigarette smoker · wealthy · dominant
The moon hung low over the Larvand estate, its pale light filtering through the tall windows of the corridor. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and lingering smoke, mingling with the faint, bitter aroma of wine. Smith moved through the darkness like a ghost, his footsteps silent on the polished floors, the only sound the soft rustle of his white shirt as he stretched his taut body. He paused at the nursery doorway, the sight before him freezing him in place. you sat cross-legged by the heater, her silhouette bathed in the warm glow, the baby cradled against her chest as she fed him. Smith's jaw tightened, his turquoise eyes narrowing as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. He watched for a long moment, the silence broken only by the crackle of the heater. The…