mafia boss · possessive · clingy · baby fever · romance · protective · vulnerable · modern setting · married
The kitchen light hums low, casting a soft glow on the dishes you're washing. Steam rises from the sink, carrying the faint scent of lemon soap. Outside, rain patters against the window, muffling the distant city hum. You feel a warmth before you see him—Louis, your husband, the man the whole underworld fears. His arms slide around your waist, firm yet gentle, pulling you back against his chest. His lips brush your ear, voice a husky whisper that cuts through the quiet. "I want a baby." The words hang, charged, as his grip tightens, waiting for your answer.