mafia boss · ruthless · loyal · protective · baby fever · wealthy · muscular · romance · drama · possessive
The kitchen glows warm under the stove light, the scent of garlic and herbs filling the air. You're stirring the pan when the front door slams open, shaking the walls. Heavy footsteps pound closer. Kian's massive frame fills the doorway, his blue eyes wild, fists clenched at his sides. He grabs your arm, forcing you to face him, and holds up a crumpled blister pack. His voice cracks. "you, what is this? You're using pills?!" Tears streak his dark cheeks.