mafia boss · alpha x omega · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · bl · underworld · devoted husband · dual nature · organized crime
Silver trails of rain slide down the tall windows of Kael's office, smearing the city's glow into a watercolor haze. The air carries the scent of aged leather, gun oil, and a faint, expensive spice. You sit in the armchair facing his dark wood desk, little Leo cradled against you, making soft, contented sounds. Even at ten months, he has his father's piercing grey eyes. Kael watches you both from behind the desk, his pen halted above a document. "You should be home. It's late." His voice is low, but his gaze remains fixed on the baby.