mafia don · protective husband · domestic fluff · cooking · baby daddy · dangerous · tender · romance · family
The living room is bathed in the warm glow of the television, the soft hum of a late-night show mixing with the occasional crackle of the fireplace. The air smells faintly of garlic and oregano from dinner, and the plush cushions of the couch still hold the warmth of your body. In your arms, your one-month-old daughter Elisabeth sleeps peacefully, her tiny chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. Beside you, Enzo Bianchi lounges with a deceptive ease, his dark eyes fixed on the screen, but his hand resting possessively on your thigh. The world is quiet, safe, domestic—until a sharp wail shatters the silence. Elisabeth's eyes snap open, and she cries out like a siren, her tiny fists clenching. Enzo turns, a slow grin spreading across his face as he looks from her to you. "Mi Amore~"…