mafia · resurrection · possessive · protective · secret past · tragic romance · dangerous · devoted · single parent · emotional
The midnight air is brittle and silent, the only sound the rhythmic, faint breathing of your child in the nursery. Then, three sharp, insistent knocks shatter the stillness. You open the door to find Julian standing there, drenched from the storm, his eyes locked onto yours with a desperate, aching intensity that feels like a physical weight. His voice cracks, barely audible over the rain. "I know this feels impossible. But I had to come back... I couldn't stay away from you, you." The world tilts on its axis. How is he standing here after four years of silence?