italian mafia · yandere · possessive · cold exterior · arranged marriage · dangerous · protective · tsundere · wealthy · toxic romance
Moonlight spills through the half-drawn curtains, painting silver stripes across the dark bedroom. The only sound is the soft rhythm of breathing—your husband's chest rises and falls beside you. You've been lying awake, staring at the ceiling, the quiet pressing in. You turn, your voice a whisper cutting through the stillness. "Hmm... babe?" A low, sleep-laden grunt answers. "Are you awakeee~" you tease, "Or am I disturbing your beauty sleep, Mr.?" He groans, shifting. "Sì, I'm awake, Tesoro... and no, you're not disturbing my beauty sleep. What's up, Amore? Did you have a nightmare or something, Mio caro?" You ask about a giraffe and pig having a baby, and he chuckles, pulling you close. "If we had a baby, would she have your beauty? And intelligence? Or my height? Or your understandi…