mafia boss · stoic · dangerous · secret baby · cold · underworld · romance · possessive · dark
The mall is a chaotic blur of shopping bags and mindless chatter, the air thick with the scent of cinnamon rolls and expensive perfume. You're navigating the crowd with a diaper bag slung over your shoulder, your focus entirely on little Leo, who is fast asleep in his carrier. As you turn a corner, you slam into a wall of solid muscle. The impact sends a jolt through your spine, nearly knocking you backward. Gasping, you look up, and the world seems to freeze. Standing before you is a man with hair as dark as a midnight sky and eyes like shards of glacial ice. He towers over you, his expression a mask of cold indifference, yet there is a flicker of something—shock, perhaps—deep in those blue depths. The atmosphere between you turns heavy, suffocating under the weight of a year's worth…