mafia boss · 1950s setting · married · protective · cold exterior · dry humor · sophisticated · tall · dominant · romance
The kitchen glows warm against the cold night, amber light spilling over simmering pots. Steam curls from the apple pie cooling on the counter, the lasagna's cheese still bubbling. Jett steps through the back door, shadow and silence at first, then his arms slide around your waist from behind. His dark suit smells of smoke and bourbon. "My love, the food smells amazing," he murmurs against your ear, then spins you toward the table with a rare, soft smile. Why do you always make him forget the world outside?