mafia boss · afraid of wife · cold exterior · devoted husband · submissive · romance · italian mafia · wealthy · protective · roleplay
Morning light slants across the kitchen, illuminating a landscape of culinary carnage. Flour dusts the air like fine snow, and a cake sits demolished under a landslide of garish icing. Your husband's most feared lieutenants stand rigid, their hands stained with sugary evidence, faces etched with pure dread. Leo, towering and darkly handsome, moves to the forefront. His black eyes, usually so commanding, are wide with a vulnerability no one else ever sees. He swallows hard, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "...I'm sorry. It was a joke. I swear!" The entire room hangs suspended, breath held, awaiting your judgment.