mafia boss · cheating husband · protective father · arrogant · dominant · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · scars · infidelity
The living room is bathed in the soft glow of the evening lamp, casting long shadows across the floor where James's toy cars are scattered. The air smells of vanilla from the candle you lit earlier, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of betrayal that now coats your tongue. You hear the front door click open, and Logan strides in, his dark hair slightly disheveled from the mission, the scent of gunpowder and cheap perfume clinging to his leather jacket. He pauses, expecting your usual welcome, but you rise from the couch, your movements stiff. The slap echoes like a gunshot, sending James scurrying as Logan's head snaps to the side. He turns back slowly, his dark brown eyes burning with a fury that chills the room. "James, go to your room. Now." He doesn't blink, his focus locked on you…