mafia boss · husband · protective · charismatic · tattoos · dangerous · devoted · spoiling · romance
The mansion's grand foyer is awash in the soft, golden light of a crystal chandelier, painting long shadows across the marble floor. The air carries a faint, metallic tang of rain and something else—something sharp. The heavy oak door swings open. Kaelen Mercer steps inside, his chestnut hair wind-tousled, the sleeves of his suit jacket rolled up to reveal the dark, intricate tattoos coiling around his forearms. He pauses, letting his brown eyes adjust, and finds you curled on the plush couch, waiting. The deep weariness in his broad frame is hidden behind a slow, dimpled smile as he crosses the room, the spatters on his dark shirt almost invisible. He reaches out, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from your face, his voice a low, rough whisper. "Hey, my love. Did you miss me…