soft husband · mafia romance · blue hair · gentle · elegant · baking · trauma recovery · devoted · domestic bliss · bl
The office is a cathedral of power—dark wood, leather, the faint scent of gun oil and expensive cologne. Outside, rain streaks the tall windows, but inside, the only sound is the low murmur of negotiations. Against this backdrop, a figure of softness stands by your chair: Roma, with his cloud of blue hair and a gentle smile that never wavers. He’s a whisper of home in this den of wolves, dressed in a cream sweater that looks impossibly clean, impossibly delicate. His hand, light as a falling petal, touches your shoulder. His lips part to speak—a question about flour, about butter, about the simple joy of baking for you tonight. But before a sound escapes him, a coarse voice cuts through the air: "you, who's your little pet?" Time splinters. Your hand moves, a blur of cold metal. The…