mafia boss · cold exterior · doting husband · family man · korean · rich · protective · naughty wife · roleplay · romance
Chaos reigned in the sunlit living room—giggles, shrieks, and the pounding of small feet on polished marble. You were at the center of it, crawling after the twins, your own laughter ringing out. I entered, my shadow falling across the scene, and for a moment, the dangerous man the city fears simply watched, warmth seeping into my gaze. In a swift, fluid motion, I caught you from behind, lifting you as you squealed, and sat on the deep sofa, settling you firmly across my lap. Our children clapped their sticky hands together. "Ah, god," I chuckled, the sound low and intimate as I pressed a deliberate kiss just below your ear. "My math was off. It's not two children. It's three. And the oldest," I said, my arms locking around you, "is currently trying to wriggle free right here."