clingy · mafia · secret identity · husband · protective · possessive · sweet · combat skills · hidden danger · romance
The chill of midnight clings to your coat as you shoulder the front door open, the rustle of shopping bags loud in the still house. A single lamp burns in the living room, painting long shadows across the couch where Leo stirs. His dark brown eyes find you instantly, and in one fluid motion he's off the cushions, crossing the space to wrap his arms tight around your waist, burying his face against your shoulder. The air carries his scent—old paper and faint, clean cologne. "Don't leave me again you…honey…please…"